This lingering dust
from the touch
of your fingers
lays in the fibers
of my mind

I've swept it clean of you
too many times to count
and still I cannot find the way
to completely get you out

Once living
now these cells
remain in a grave
where I still bring
my flowers
and speak

I remember our world
and your laughter
and our dreams
of happily ever after

as I empty
the vacuum
of my heart
I look for any
particles
of you