They say that dust is largely human detritus

A buildup of the wake of microscopic entropy

Trailing behind each one of us.

Regardless of decomposition, of further entropic breakdown

Some of these little pieces and some even smaller

Have surely settled into the places you’ve been-

Or have been borne up on the currents of the wind, fated to circle the earth until the sun explodes.

In both cases, a sort of cellular signature, a DNA coded message that you were here once, that part of you is still here.

I visit all of the places we went together,

hoping to find those little affirmations of your prior material existence.

Hoping against reason that if I find enough of them, I can somehow reconstruct you

A golem made of dust

A version of you made up of the things you left behind.

And everywhere I go, a trail of dust follows.