I’m running out of space

I have to delete your face

years ago, you’d never know

I’d be the one to erase

I know I cannot keep you here

I know your life is short, my dear

the first, my other, left her mother

now all I have is fear

I snap a photo: you asleep

I snap another: as you leap

I brush and feed, give all you need

but someday I’ll still weep

these stills cannot contain you

I mutter as I flip through

move to trash, like burnt up ash

dismantle what I accrued

I’m running out of space

to sorrow case-by-case

once you’re gone, I’ll trudge on

but nothing gets replaced