Gone Baby

A memory
of you
Traced by silken
fingertips
Chased by a million
what ifs-
Talking together
in whispers
Faulting each others
endeavors
We laughed
to quiet the fear
We gasped
and came with tears-
That memory
of us
Haunting the corners
Crawling with cravings
Memories ignored
Binned with the leavings
Of us.

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