unfinished

I walked around the house
this morning,
cleaning up,
putting things away,
and I found
parts of you
left behind -
the wet towel
curled up on the bed,
the crushed tissue
tucked under the mat,
a box half-closed
on the table
plates in the basket,
carefully washed
but forgotten,

and I smiled to myself,

for everywhere,
I saw you
and your flitting mind,
sweeping you away
to some place else,
unfinished business
here, and there,
pieces of you
scattered,
where I heard your heart
cry out for love,
a love that you didn't want
to leave behind.