Trace fossils fill the void

Trace fossils carried with us
Marks of those we loved, and those we did not ever know;
Faded handwriting on an envelope 
A string of pearls broken though 
Worn crests on silver cutlery 
Names and places 
Census returns
Trace is what we carry- what we yearn 
Like the map on our skin
Filling the void left behind  . 

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