Your remnants lightly
cover the knick
knacks that remain- a light finger
paints a heart in your fallen ashes
a ring around the rosy finger is
gently removed then violently cast aside
like a long-forgotten loaf of
bread in the furthest corner of the cabinet,
you morph and mold to crusty sourness
putrid in the pantry, you
wait
wait
wait
wait
for me to rediscover you
amidst cobwebs and cat hair
you conceal yourself in my corners-
disappearing until caught in the sunlight
or on a pair of new black pants-
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