Late Night Poetry

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I rediscovered
Them, yesterday. Sitting on the bus
Trying not to be attacked by
Backpacks and tote bags, trying
Not to feel
Ignored by the 'friend' I was sitting
Next to. I was scrolling through
My notes, and found your
Folder, the folder that contains
Every thing you've ever sent
Me. I opened it, and scrolled through
Revisiting late nights when neither of
Us could sleep, revisiting nights when
My heart broke over
And over
Again.

I lingered on a
Few, the ones you wrote
About me, for
Me. My eyes read the lines
Again and
Again, while I begged them to stay
Dry. And they almost
Did.

I closed the folder
And swore I'd never open it
Again, but I know
Sometime, somewhere, I'll
Rediscover your
Words, and remember
Everything.

~august 2018

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