Catalogued between a phantom limb
And a love letter returned unopened
I archived the art of vanishment
One glove keeping its secret
The exact pitch of a since-silenced laugh
The way your shadow quit you first

Numbers deleted themselves from phones
Street signs rotated while I slept
My childhood home now only exists
In the negative space of Google Maps

Not gone but systematically
Unremembered
The way light abandons a room
Corner by corner

I became such a good archivist
I filed away the filing system

The last entry simply reads
Whatever you're looking for
It's in the next box over