Artifacts (draft 2, edits by bluemask)

I have been away all day
and in the hours
that approach the end of light
I wander
spots that touch or speak
where spools of laughter
have tumbled to each corner now dark with the setting sun
and in the shadows dim refuge
I travel from room to room
and collect
admist
the dregs floating
in coffee cups
in this
I
sink
without a doubt
that tonight,
tonight
leads into a pupa quiet
cocoon
these small tragedies