Tearing a Hole

The memory of her
rubbed at the paper
of his soul
a graphic
pencil eraser
tearing a hole
the fabric
of his tragic
monochrome life
evoking the
cinematic
magic
of moments
they had shared
in photographic
images
she took
and locked
in a box
in the attic
before
she threw away
the key
and said
Goodbye