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