the signs of you and i, strewn throughout my life,
littered across the years, carelessly planted by thoughtless hands.
detritus of so many beautiful nights and long, sweet moments,
bedding piled up on the floor and two mouths breathing
face to face on the low bed, a shared smile and
the patterns of streetlights through the blinds, orange and dull
on the cheap white walls. text messages, saved and resaved,
copied and pasted, blog posts and emails, hoarded
as best they can be, intangible but loadbearing, heavy, dense.
a shirt here, a lighter on the table, a borrowed dish
that waits to be returned; your presence externalized,
your influence visual, visceral, sensual, and lasting.