Photo by Rendiansyah Nugroho on Unsplash

They always go missing.
Scraps of paper
Fill the drawer.

Napkins, old cardboard
Or Paper I once
Placed my gum.

They all build up
One unfinished idea
After the next.

Spilling out, until,
You can’t quite
Shut the door.

Until, you can’t quite
Drown out,
The threads of conversation.

The memoirs of the sky,
The wine stained thoughts
And rain drunk kisses.

The way it made you feel,
To see each other again.

It must be written down
And explained to yourself
One line after the next.

One intangible cobweb
Glistening in dew
Then swept up.

Explained to yourself.
At a later date
Which may never come.

But at least it’s out there
- somewhere.

Hello, my name is Emma and I like drawing, laughing and telling stories.

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