absent

looking behind yourself, searching for a nonexistent shadow

neck stretched, strained to turn around ever and ever more

reaching out to graph the tendrils of memories

fingerprints left on glasses were smudged

a scent lingering on a shirt, everlasting and fading

wiped clean silhouettes of spaces, peering through stained glass at a distant feature

holding an icecube, water pouring out of holes between your outstretched arms

holding on to nothing

spiderwebs of a person, their imprint in the ever-changing world

a footprint in sand - etched and stamped before washed and washed and eroded and stripped away

laughs echoing into cavities of frown lines and memories frayed at ends