The world is full of stories
of girls / of women
whose shadows linger but nothing else
We remember them by reframing
conversations / pictures / language
to tell again and again
This is her height
her job / her age / her pimple / her mole
her hair if she still has it
you cannot miss the gap teeth
or the waning smile it hides
The world is full of empty rooms
from girls / from women that once filled them
and the promise that hung in the air
fragrance of a faded future
The world is full.
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