Leftovers

I put away yesterday’s pasta
Wrapped off all the presents
Cleared trimmings
Gold-silver and shiny blue
Paper pieces from the pink scissors.

And I swept off the dirt
Your soaking shoes brought in
Black splotches still lie
On the speckled dull floor.

And I put out the garbage
(In rustling black bags
You bought on Thursday)
On the porch
Brought in more mud
Shut the door.

Latched the shutters
Fluffed the pillows
Took my pills
Said my prayers
And stashed away today.

There I found leftovers
That I forgot to throw
From your last touch
Your last words to me
Your pseudo –sympathy
It splintered my mind no more.

I switched on the little night lamp
(opened a window for air)
And tossed out yesterday.

Composed on 2nd December 2008, 1:15 am