Artifacts of You
By James Henry


half truths

s c a t t e r e d

over
the streets.

desolate.

you litter my head.

memories and
ghost stories.

fingerprints in smears of ash on
white fences and the ivy covered
facade of broken homes resonate
with these unresolved conflicts.

artifacts of you.

there's an echo in the wind.

if it really was you that said

goodbye

this is not you saying hello.


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my name is James Henry - I don't write often but my friend Ashley (who has been posted here) sort of inspired this. I like typography!