Last night
Searching for a file
I clicked on a folder,
Your lovely face
Filled up the screen.

I thought
I had sent
Every image,
Every memory,
Of yours
To the recycle bin.

As you looked
At me
Your eyes,
A montage
Of moods,
And moments.

Ripping open
My fading scars,
Leaving me naked
To every assault,
Your memories.



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