8 PM

Storage

 

Are there still moments

where you catch a glimpse

of me out of the corner

of your eye,

and for a minute

I am suddenly the most

beautiful thing you’ve ever

noticed?

Or did we pack those up

in boxes,

shoved to the guest room,

a thing of the past like

ticket stubs and old textbooks?

 

 

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