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In My Defense
A Poem
my friends keep telling me
to let you go and lay you to rest,
but i can’t bring myself to part
with all these scattered memories.
you left behind a box
of old photos,
and i look through them
and wonder where we went wrong.
it was so easy to love you —
but you didn’t think the same of me.
maybe that’s why
we fell apart.
my mother would shake her head
and tell me i was spewing nonsense
in thinking that someone like you
ever would have stayed forever.
you left behind an old shirt,
tattered and stained with paint —
but sometimes i still hold it close
just to take in your scent i miss so much.
if loving you was the wrong thing,
then why do i still dream of you?
or am i the problem
in this scenario?
my father would laugh at me
if i told him about you leaving,
and it would almost be like
he had known the…
