there they are
in address books
on cell phones
scraps of paper
stuck between the pages
of books
read long ago
names sometimes
attached
though often
on those scraps of paper
missing
or incomplete
and one is left
trying to remember
faces
personalities
quirks in speech
hesitating
as one often does
deleting
putting off
till another day
erasing one more link
to a life
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Leonard Durso 
Very nice poem, Len. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thanks, Emily.
This is such a great poem. I always think I’m going to replace my old blue address book that’s become a palimpsest of lost connections, but I never do.
I guess we hold on to them in the hopes we do not lose a connection vital to our lives. And also hoping we remember just how vital they were.
Wow. The regret is overwhelming.
There’s nothing like missing connections to bring regret on.