Eddie

I've stripped my bed of it's sheets
burned all of the pictures
quarantined any clothing
contaminated by your memory

I've ripped the mirrors off the wall
locked all the closet doors
swept beneath the bed
just in case i'd find you there

I've sterilized the air
which you once breathed
dusted and mopped
the earth you touched

I thought I saw you
hiding behind the corner
but when i looked
you weren't there

Still, I feel your breath
on the back of my neck
my veins turn cold
with your shallow lies