from memory

I catch myself
drawing you
from memory.
In the margins
of my notebooks,
between poems
and pointless
observations,
your face
stays with me
as few manage.
Frayed with
time's passage,
most are glued together;
concrete memories
of hair styles,
pieces of clothing
and the places we've
seen simultaneously
but now I see you here.
Clear as water,
you sit across from me.


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