Remains

 

Little scraps of paper,

An old photo frame,

Scribbles in the corner,

The sound of your name.

 

Stories from your childhood,

And old-fashioned bangles,

A quick messy braid,

Or my hair all in tangles.

 

Pencils, ribbons, lipsticks,

Old covers on my bed,

Shoes in the attic,

Memories in my head.

 

All proof that you once were

Alive, and real, and here.