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Photo by MaryAnn Loo
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I still find your name in the space between the beginning and end of sex.
It hovers in the blank spaces of my memories right before that final climax.
Sometimes, I dare to think you’re gone.
I think,
I haven’t heard from you in awhile.
Haven’t thought about you.
Maybe I’m safe.
Maybe you’re gone.
Maybe I’m free.
Then suddenly I’m humming a song
your song.
I’m watching a movie and I wonder
When was the last time you watched that movie
Did you think about texting me all your favorite lines?
I remember all of those lines.
I can’t watch those movies anymore.
Maybe if I forget them,
I can forget you.
I still say your name in the space between the beginning and end of sex.
It hovers in the blank spaces of my memories right before that final climax.
Maybe if I can forget those blank spaces,
I can forget your name.
And maybe,
If I can forget your name,
I can forget you
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