Traces

We are looking for traces of ourselves and I see you everywhere. Even though, you've moved out. I still keep discovering traces of you everywhere--a dirty sock here, a novel stashed there. And our puppy gone now for almost a month but still the dog hair is everywhere. I feel your prescence almost more acutely than when you were here.

I'm doing sit ups in the gym and looking up see the reflection of my neon shorts and bright shoelaces above. It's the only trace of me that can be seen. Captured in an photograph it's even more faint.

What trace do I leave?