Ghosttown
I left it waiting on a front porch
that belongs to no one.
I left it hanging from the walls,
on an empty house.
I left it burned beneath pages of papers
that have disappeared.
I left it standing, crooked and stuck on a mantel
that hasn’t been dusted.
I left it between the folds, the creases, the wrinkles of clothes
that do not fit anyone.
I left it smoking on a grill,
untouched and unlit, propane on the other side.
I left it hidden under my bed
where even monsters wouldn’t lurk.
I left it on the crevices of the earth.
I left it shining brightly behind stars and constellations and beyond.
I left it in the gaps of the universe, the spaces in time.
I left it
scattered in all the winds,
smashed in the atmosphere,
sprinkled on the ground,
splashed in all the waters.
I left it
in places
that do not
exist.