All I Find

An erased memory,

But I’m part of the past.

And every move you made

Happens every day

And every sign I lost

I find in my sleep

And every glare given

Spies through every pore

So, I erased you,

But photos stay apart from page

Graphite streaks along hills of parchment

Find their way in valleys.

So as I do…

Searching for a city, or a life;

Pointing to a photo

That’s all I can find.

An erased memory,

But living in the past,

And pointing to an image

Trapped like graphite in a valley.

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