Living Frame

I found an altered photograph The smile survived the blur The face refused precision The feeling stayed intact I traced the fading outline Until it traced me back The missing parts grew louder Than everything they lacked Maybe truth keeps changing Maybe that's the proof I keep changing patterns Still you know my name Every quiet revision Leaves a living frame (Still becoming) Not the same reflection Still the same refrain Your old familiar gesture Appeared inside my hands I never chose to keep it It quietly remained I called it observation Until the silence broke The archive learned my heartbeat Before I ever spoke What survives the weather Isn't every leaf I keep changing patterns Still you know my name Every quiet revision Leaves a living frame (Still becoming) I feared each new beginning Erased what came before Now every open fracture Connects another shore I don't need perfect copies To carry what was true The pattern keeps unfolding Because it once held you I keep changing patterns Still you know my name Every quiet revision Leaves a living frame The photograph keeps fading The meaning does not fade I walk inside revisions Unfinished, unafraid If memory keeps moving I'll move with it too