It started small

My perfume taken out of the closet

Placed on my nightstand

I always hated that scent

You bought it for me

Our first anniversary

Then it was the nightdress

The red one you always loved

Found layed out perfectly

My favorite sweats

Shredded and sprinkled about

Like confetti

Then it was the fire

That started when I left to visit my mother

It traced back to a candle

Lit in your long locked office

The faucets turning on in the night

flooding the bathroom before I noticed

Then the soil was disturbed

At the base of the old oak tree

Your hand reaching up

Bones beckoning

I should have buried you deeper