Old Address BookYellow, dilapidated, bound bookHolds lives I once lived.Names in pencil, crossed out three timesWith new addresses, phones, and name changes.I see ghosts of friendship, old relationshipsFrom across oceans and continents.Those who have been important enoughFor me to write them letters.Long handed, stories and intimacies.I cherish this unruly address bookWith snips of addresses clipped […]