I wonder if he knows
I wear his slippers when he’s gone
Even though they’re almost
. . .but not quite
Twice the size of mine
They’re way too big and much too wide
Don’t fit my toes at all
Still I wonder if he knows
I wear them when he’s gone
And there’s another fact
I’ve never told him that
I seek the smell of his cologne
In everything he owns
Does he even have a clue
Would it matter if he knew
That my proclivities
Keep him close to me
I wonder if he knows
I wear his slippers when he’s gone.