She reached out for his pillow

Yearning for his familiar scent

There was nothing left

Only the smell of detergent

She opened her phone

Searching for a photograph of him

There was nothing left

He had erased everything on her phone before he left

She walked into the closet

looking for a remnant of his clothes

There was nothing left

He had taken it all

They had travelled to many exotic places together

Taking photographs to record their adventures

Putting them in albums with funny captions

She looked at the bookcase

The photo albums were all gone

There was nothing left

He had taken them all

She still missed him

Waking daily with a welcome ache

But today was different

She reached deep down into her feelings

The ache was not there at all

There was nothing left

He had taken away her feelings

She closed here eyes

Confident that her memory would reveal him

Patiently waiting for his face or voice to appear

She could not find any trace of him

There was nothing left

He had taken her memories too