Unfurled you filled the house in a way I wasn’t expecting.
I kept finding you in new places
like under the edge of a lampshade,
between the folds of curtains,
inside the grain of the floorboards.
Places I’d never seen you go became mementos of you.
Snapshots you couldn’t be cut out of.
When your smile found its way between the spines of two books
I turned the shelving to firewood and places the offending volumes
at either end of the house.
It didn’t help.
You still echoed in the chimney when the wind blew just right.
Daily Prompt: Unfurl