Evidence Poem by Maya Hanson

I turn the evidence over in my hands,
make sure it doesn't explode on me
as I try to subdue the premature panic
that comes with gaining and losing

Trace the almost pattern on the walls,
choosing logic, chiding the voice
that keeps whispering what if I'm wrong
what if losing is just another trap

To hold your glow above all the others,
like I needed and I didn't want to know
that longing would be a haven
I couldn't capture again if I tried

Faked footprints and a scarred half smile
the only thing left of you.