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Sorry for the Memories
A Poem
it was the last night of us,
and there were things you could have said —
but of course you ran out of words
just like that, just like that.
there was a full moon looming,
and maybe i should have known enough
because the crazy part was how we were
falling apart in the first place.
but we were a sinking ship,
we were one last encore before lights fade,
we were the stuff of a fever dream run wild —
and you can’t stop such a force.
coming together, growing apart, oh —
you were one final scattered melody on the wind,
you were the flushed blush of a sunset in summer,
and you were mine to lose over and over.
and now i can say,
“sorry for the memories,”
as if it means a goddamn thing
when you run away at the first hint of trouble.
and now i can breathe,
“sorry for the memories,”
as if i’m at last forgiving myself
for inflicting the baggage of me upon you.
