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I keep showing up on

your doorstep when you’re

not home

I try to thread our web of

memories through a

needle that’s too small

I keep gazing

through gaps in the

cape you’ve thrown over

your shoulders so I

can’t touch you again

I laugh so

often but I can’t see

myself crying for anything

but you

I try to redraw our fading

photograph on so many different

kinds of paper until

my fingers are raw and

bleeding

I wake at the

exact minutes I remember

something happening, like

11:19.05, the almost magic in the

water that night

I almost hold your

flaws higher than

your perfections, but then

I can’t remember either of

them, just the

way you looked

at me

I keep

forgetting that

your address has changed when I

want to send

you letters and

spoonfuls of time

I nurse my bad

habits because I

don’t know how

to give them away

I keep

forgetting that

you don’t own me anymore