Memory

here you are again,  

welcome

take a seat and tell me-

what is it that you want me to remember today?

the time we hiked three hours through a costa rican jungle

or the last time I kissed his lips? 

You almost make me feel them again 

purple and cold

my tears run free as you sit

quietly

telling me all the stories I’ve tried to forget.

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