my version

now that you’re gone
I will fold my withered eyes
into tiny tear-soaked souvenirs,
then I’ll place them in a package
and mail them to you
so that maybe some lonely day
when you think of me
if you think of me
you could take them out
and carefully peel
them open,
hold them
up to the light
and then maybe
you’d finally see
my version
of what destroyed
"us"
before you
strolled away
and became
nothing
more
than

a distant memory~

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