The only polaroids of you
are in my mind,
appearing and reappearing;
flashbacks of memories
not stored in any album
or box on the top shelf
of the closet.
Some chapters
are better left unread,
some books, closed
and placed in the bin
with other items
we wish to forget.
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DAy 29 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month) I fell behind due to family events but still wanted to finish!
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