Scrunched-up paper in my boot

Where have you gone? I’ve looked everywhere for you. You aren’t in the smell of your shirt. You aren’t in the video of us smiling and holding hands. You aren’t in that album we bought at the jumble sale all those years ago. I’m trying to brush off the haze that’s settled over my memory of you. Do I imagine this voice? Where are you?


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