The dimple in your pillow
lets me know you were here.
Your fingerprints on the refrigerator door
tell me you passed my way.
Socks and shoes,papers and crayons
scattered around like leaves after a wind.
All around is evidence of our lives crossing--
and I know that time is slipping by.
So I won't apologize, if just for today,
I don't make the bed
I don't wash the walls
I don't do anything
that takes away
the traces of you.
by Teddi Eberly Martin
