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when I’ve forgotten
who would dare
to speak of you that way
reminders to a heart
nearly healed
who will be
first to whisper
each time
my laughter falls
counting not
my tears
have burned away
when I’ve forgotten
who will come
to fill these empty
arms –
a muse to take
your place
another day
who will know
of memories –
I’ve tucked where none
can see –

. . .