In Loving Memory
They were
attached
to flowers,
attached
to gifts
notes constant
as love tokens
exchanged and
etched in memory,
in loving memory.
Later came the letters,
lost love
letters.
There was no reply
there could be no reply
when there was nothing to say.
Seeing the unopened piles
cut you like a knife,
you said.
But that was later
when I couldn’t hear you
when I was over
long after
we were over
now all is done.
I think it’s done.
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