July 6, 2012

One Day

One day when
I am nothing,
you will find
an empty room
behind the door
bearing my own name,
bureau picked clean,
leaving only traces
of my time,
a sudden sense
of someone
who was here,
but now
has disappeared,
like tracks
in falling snow,
once crisp
but now much less so.
Only in such frozen
lines as these,
will you find me still,
as if my days
were not fulfilled.