i leave little papers around
reminders of things to do
or thoughts that stick and burn
i reuse the back of an envelope
or one of a million notepads
torn-off strips of forgotten letters
the lists find the waste basket
but the quotes and notes linger
until one day i've forgotten why
i can no longer feel the impact
like the memory of your touch
your fingerprints will fade away
tomorrow i'll make a new memo
the hour hand belies indelibility
and a thousand scars will heal
though i stroke their painful tracks
flinching at the occasional twinge
the completed list grows surely
sometimes quickly sometimes slowly
as clear as my scratches on a page
is my heart hiding or healing today
as i ponder another might-have-been
a little memory left lying around
wondering if it'll ever be carved in stone
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