She was here--
I just know it.
It isn’t the scent of her perfume,
But the arrangement of molecules,
The electricity-that remains for hours,
Days, years.
Her pets are no longer here.
Her clothes have been packed
And shipped.
She left in a hurry,
But I know--I just know--
She was here.
The nick knacks are missing,
The collage of life has been transferred
To an unknown place.
But she was here.
And now, I suppose,
Someone will know
That I’ve been here too.
Traces--
I leave traces
Of myself
Wherever I go--
I can’t help it:
My scent,
My aura,
Dead skin cells,
My hair, my footprint,
My fingerprint
Rearranges,
Breaks up the pattern
Of protons and electrons.
My confidence,
My sorrows,
My joys--
They announce that
I’ve been here--
There--anywhere.
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