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remember

the way the sky

peeled back

revealing

god’s green face?

remember

the way time

would eat itself

collapse on its empty belly?

remember

the way your head

fell on my shoulder

like a bouquet of stars?

remember

the way Ken

gave hugs,

like he was making

sure we didn’t fly away

like he was afraid

we’d vanish

into a Carolina sunset

sticky and radiant?

remember making love

like the world

would end

if our bodies separated?

remember

falling asleep

to Nils Frahm

with Anna to our left?

remember

holding back tears

looking over San Antonio?

remember

the way things felt good

to remember?

and I hope

when you think of me

you remember the roses

and video calls from England

just as much as you

remember my closed

doors and that grey dog

of depression I gave

all my love to.

I gave you all my baggage

and I blamed you

for the way your back broke.

Shit.

Sorry.