What’s left sits 
on the chair
recently empty remember 
now holding up 
some dirty clothes 
and the sink
too and sheets 
all just remnants 
pieces of things 
that once were 
so very important 
but now waiting 
to be washed 
and folded and 
placed away forgotten 
pieces of you
bits of me

It’s gone 
filled in 
updated and 
not supported 
like wounds
once gaping 
now closed 
barely a 
mark of
where it
ever was 
this happens 
after that
after all 

There is a shift
that’s starting to happen 
less of a breaking 
and more a drip
a warming of cold 
there seems to be 
an interest in humanity 
one that is not 
taking root but bloom
for the seeds had
been planted before frost 
laid waste to fields 
and now the warmth 
of kindness bears fruit 
it’s on the horizon 
can you see it 

Here bring me to
your ear and listen 
and you shall hear 
the cosmos the ocean 
and oh so many 
of my autumns and 
springs and you 
my sweet summer when 
all things sunny bathed
here bring me to
your eyes and see
the stars that shine 
and the depths that 
hold and my winters
of darkness and loss
as these I am 
and all ever else 

I’m a folded
piece of paper 
maybe a fortune 
cookie and a
bottle afloat in 
the sea too
a receipt tucked 
away inside of 
a book a
leaf pressed between 
pages I’m not 
obvious but hidden 
there for but
the eyes of
the one who 
put me there