Do you carry me with you
in your memory palace,
or am I lost in the sea of thoughts
you refuse to think again?
I believed I mattered to you,
that 23 years meant something
and you couldn't do to me
what you did to everyone else.
But it's been almost 4 years
since I've heard your laugh,
your excitement about new projects,
your worries about problems
you helped create.
Did I imagine it?
The heartache reminds me
it was real
even if you try to pretend
it wasn't.
I was there.
I remember.
Do you?
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