everywhere you go
you slough yourself aside:
skin cells and hair trails.
you. were. here.
and,
i am here to hold the heap
of you, to pile sheets of:
fingerprints, footsteps,
touch and taste and hints of sound,
light left over,
solar somehow,
reaching me just now.
so,
i won't know as you go.
i will only see grains of light as you
collapsed and...
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