We were at your place
Cleaning up a storm,
Happily sneezing up the dust
And sorting out the mess you made
Before you ever met me.
We read your history book of
Oversized suits, a broken church,
Handwoven scarfs scarcely laced
With the perfume of another lover.
It was a fun game: I, the archaeologist,
Collecting the pieces of you.
And then an unexpected artifact:
Behind the bed,
A silky piece of underwear
Untouched by the dusty hands of time.