A Photo Found

The trees are
now grown.
Her smile is visible.
Her face is
not shown.
Darkened face renders invisible.

Buried below,
left a photo behind
Where she lies,
I do not know.
in hopes to remind.

Was she a poet or a seamstress?
Most likely lived on
South Main Street.
or perhaps an actress?
A neighbor I may never meet.

Living in infamy,
without an identity.

Arise

Have I found
out who
I am?

"It's hard
to be your-
self, when
you don't know
who you are." -Scott from Arise

Time will tell.