On the verge of forgetting.
Somewhere in a dusty corner lies
a memory of you. Neatly folded
into a perfect square. Tucked away
precariously amongst identical pages
of denial. Sometimes, it threatens to
burst into flames. But layers of conceit
(both yours and mine) douse it. Effectively.
One of these days I will bury it deep enough
and keep it out of reach. Safely. Forever.
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