unremembered/63

by poems & doodles

its nice.

i think
finally! i
can’t re
member
the feel
of your
palms
pressed
around
my face
or the s
wells of
your chest
in the mou
rning. i do
n’t feel
any long
ing at the
thought of
the rake
lines of
wrinkles
in the crepe
paperskins
of your
tired eyes.

actually,
i havent
felt any
thing in
weeks.

its nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i think.

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13/30 Poem Every Day

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