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

Hangs

I live sparsely

Hardly 

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