rhizomatic

i leave our
bed as the tomb
of an unforgettable day--
wake up quiet enough
to leave you as the statued
relic of meteors.
you grow horizontally
and encompass everything
i can see.
tiptoeing down the stairs,
picking up parts of clocks,
collecting lost time
like the gleaners of stardust.
i lost a button
i missed it
i wonder who picked it up
and where it's sewn now,
fastening bits together
fastening bits
just waiting to be undone
to be dropped off
and fastened to
someone else.