198 or Plaid

I had memories with each month
Which one was mine?
Now, all of them.
Why did we burn our photos?
They helped make the days
curl onward.
I wish we didn’t burn our
photos.
You told me not to keep stock in wishes.
Does it matter if your sister still
likes me?
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We haunted your porch in the rain.
You made tea and I loved the cliche.
It was wicker chairs in Carolina
and meals I couldn’t pronounce.
My tongue drunk around you.
When it was only one headlight
coming down your drive,
I hid like you said I would.
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I found your lighter in my suitcase.
I burnt our photos like you said I would.