Signs And Styles Poem by Vihanga Perera

You had left a mark -two nights ago -
That you had been and gone though
The dust remained undisturbed; that

Only you and I -only I -would know
That you had come, crossing the stile,
Where you would come to, before you went.

I had just been there, somewhere not far,
Bending over whatever it may have been,
Though possibly not thinking where you are.

The signs you leave is archaeology.
I turn them in my hand as if a pre-historic skull,
Not knowing whether to indulge in your memory.