Fog of Memory

A Poem

Jillian Spiridon

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Photo by Peter Forster on Unsplash

do you ever think about that summer
when we had it all at our fingertips —
and then you let go and let me fall
into a life doomed to be without you?

you could have told me pretty lies,
but you didn’t allow that kind of grace
because you thought ripping the band-aid
was just what I needed and deserved.

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