sentiment and sediment

like

sediment,

the past of you rises

in small

layers upon

the floor,

the fossils,

the thin bones of you,

the shoes,

and clothes,

the jewelry, small

things

fallen

from your hand,

relics,

the layers

of what you've left behind

is hard

beneath my feet.

i can hardly walk across

the room

without thinking

of you.

it's time

to vacuum.