A Trace of Any Once-Living Thing

I am not your fossil.

Yet I was petrified in place
Under the impression
We would remain.

For when you left, I turned to stone.

Hollowed hearted underneath.

But I will not be defined

By what I lost.

I am not your fossil

I am sedimentary

Depositing deplorable dependencies

And although you left your mark
I will bury it so deep down inside
That even if I crack
It will stay extinct.

For I am not your fossil

I am me.

And that is what the world will remember