as I open up my hands
and offer a picture of us
burnt to a crisp by
her memories of me
here are my letters
carefully chronicled
returned to sender
in a plain
white book we"ll
entitled
"I would rather go blind than to read these again"
these are our songs
I've a library of music
dedicated solely to her
even though she exists
between the third and fourth counts
of every song ever written
and
that is our future
just like a graduation speech
we are full of potential
open to endless possibilities
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