The Day You Died

Mon, 10/17/2016 - 00:53 -- rlegg5

 

The Day You Died

 

 

 

 

I scrubbed your prints

from my walls

and got rid of your dust

 

because it does no good

mingling with mine anyways

 

and as for your photo

in the back of my wallet

 

it’s now nothing more

 

than I ever was

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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