You disappeared without a trace, almost like you were never here.
Apart from the holes you left burning on my skin. And the gash you left across my heart.
There are traces of you, so little they're almost undetectable. Your fingerprints hidden in crevices--in the nook of my elbows and the gaps between my fingers. Your scent on my neck, my torso, my clothes.
Your memory carved into my brain.
Letters falling like rain onto a page. Still, those are your traces.
Tiny, despicable things. Small, sinister secrets.
Some things are never erased.
