Sketchbook

In your sketchbook you house a graveyard of faces you once loved. Only those.
You drew me too, then,
Sometimes I wonder if your heart also houses a graveyard and
if the same faces from your sketchbook lurk through there, too.
I know, now, your heart is for the love that was,
and your sketchbook for the love that
could
never
be.

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