You are absent, the stamp in every picture,
Obsessively, like a stamp collector, your face
Stored on my phone, pictures of you, as clouds,
As many moons, delivered to you, this morning,
The whole backyard alive, someone
Said baby (was it you?) Valentine in November,
Valentine gift, stamp album in November,
A rose in a single picture, behind which lies you,
Every month in transit, every picture taken,
Text as you, everywhere I look – you’re stamped
On my brain, in every detail, I recall you
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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