I can't see me
(from remnant)
And none will hear the postman’s knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
Night Mail by W.H. Auden

When a relationship ends something is always left behind. Sometimes it’s physical perhaps a telephone number, a ticket stub or a piece of clothing. Sometimes it’s more ephemeral the lingering echo of the last words spoken, of promises made, broken or unfulfilled. This is what remnant is; a cataloguing of the things that get left behind.