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A n u j a G h i m i r e
T h e M i s s i n g
The forensics of memories is inconclusive.
In an instant,
Your eyes in the photograph
haunt.
Every time your image
Turns into paper,
A snake hisses.
The spaces with the traces
hound.
Each speck of dust now has a sound.
The last voicemail
Is trapped and fleeing.
The final text
hieroglyphs.
You walk backwards in every scene.
And your hologram
plants itself
in the living room.
But I have to remember
Your face.
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