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Every picture I see
And every time she sees mine
I can’t -
But can’t I?
Does this matter - am I overreacting?
She can’t remember…
Till she sees this -
She won’t, will she?
She can’t see this
When she pressed her palm into my shoulder -
Was I truly stuck?
Or was I just too weak to tell her, “no”?
This poem is about:
Me