My Voice
Too Soon
I raced to own
the familiarity of you,
too soon.
I pinned your words to my chest
enraptured
with the idea of us
I fooled myself, never you,
(perhaps never me, really)
I collected momentos, ticket stubs and misplaced socks
stashes of tangibles
proof of us
then burdened you with disproving
(I'm sorry)
Mary
the familiarity of you,
too soon.
I pinned your words to my chest
enraptured
with the idea of us
I fooled myself, never you,
(perhaps never me, really)
I collected momentos, ticket stubs and misplaced socks
stashes of tangibles
proof of us
then burdened you with disproving
(I'm sorry)
Mary
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Too Soon
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