Left Behind

I find the bits you leave behind. All the pieces of you that stay with here even when you're gone. Sometimes you fetch them from their resting place, and take them home with you. Sometimes I hoard them, away from your eyes. But not very often. Most times I let you know, I giggle because you've left more than that with me. You've left part of yourself. And in turn I've given part of myself to you. Maybe its a little smile, maybe its a lingering hug. It is beautiful.