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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