Friday, August 31, 2012

I leave behind nothing

I leave behind 
No marks of having occupied this space
No scribbles on the wall
Or a list of to dos
No timetable
No punched hole where
A poster of some popular movie star
I live sparsely
The tears dry up
The broken glasses are swept into the wastebasket
The thoughts I thought hang in the air
Invisible army 
Whose occupation will be another mind
Maybe a stray earring will
Betray me
I leave behind nothing
Except my absence 
I think I am keeping 
All of myself
For a space from which I no longer have to move
Which is mine and mine alone
Mine and maybe yours

1 comment:

  1. let's just say, yet again, i am wonderin' what you wrote . wonderin' what's on your mind ... :)

    but ...

    i leave behind nothing,
    except my silence ... err ... absence ...!!! :D just great !!!