Insufficient

Some days 

I still wish I could 

see myself through your eyes,

even if just once more

It’s not enough 

to know that once upon a time 

you loved me 

as much as you would ever love

anyone

and the photographs that once spoke a thousand words

hide away quietly in boxes

waiting for the day 

when the memory of your face

won’t make me

crumble inside.

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