You’ve become so small now

So folded hidden fumbled within

Sins washed away

Memories and touches erased from public spaces

And sometimes I like to open you up

And let you out

Remnants of your substance travelling away

Visible nonetheless

The trust of a troubled mind

Hiding behind the face

Still inside mine

Fine lines painted over after you left

Echos with every sound we try to utter

You’ve become so small now

In the palm of my hand

Would you stay until I could bear to let go

Would you stay forever perhaps

-D.