So Heavy You Collapse

I should write myself a note

Hopefully we won’t forget

The important thing

That was a thing, once but before

Not ever after, once it’s escaped

Should he ever choose to

So the door is left open

The note lies

unremembered unreported untold

And folded into a neat triangle

Without frayed edges

©Ramon Sturdivant

 

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