there they are
in address books
on cell phones
scraps of paper
stuck between 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
those old phone numbers
putting off
‘til another day
erasing one more link
to a life
Know the lived
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Yep. This is a good one. Nailed it.
Thanks, Jim.
I liked this one since it is rare to delete someone but those you don’t even remember seem to need to go. Smiles, Robin
Thank you. It’s sort of like cleaning out the attic.