your red mouth a round circle against my ear
whispering your in-between things during the
dark times
the make believe times.
I always knew the great truth of us,
that we were listening in clip that
it couldn't sustain
but I pushed further.
You asked me to Leap!
and I resisted,
but there is no great sadness,
there are no lessons to be had here.
life is a fragile ever changing arrangement
and you have become a quiet memory
that lurks in misplaced polaroids and
voicemails that were never deleted.
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