Nov 14, 2022
2 min read
Fog of Memory
A Poem
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.
