Sometimes I look through photos, searching for your face

Hoping the memories will stay plastered in front of my eyes for eternity

And other times, I hold onto things you’ve touched, sometimes for too long

Looking for echoes of your fingers hoping that although you’re gone, maybe my palms withhold the strength to pull out the parts of you that were left behind, and I will feel you one last time

I will glance upon your face, and you’ll never fade away