He liked to open up his cabinet and find her wine glasses inside,
Her lipstick stains in the sink.
And so now they were his,
And now she lived there too.
He understood they were in love,
in a deep pit of amicable arrangements,
in physical debt,
in a simply archaic form of attraction.
But it set into place with the curves of the unfamiliar glass,
sitting silently among his sturdy tumblers and steins.