Memory

I desire more than my memories.

But that is all I have with you.

If only you could visit me in life and we would talk on the sidewalk by the dim lights of the stores.

I would feign anger to satisfy your need for the dramatic.

But all I see our men servicing machines instead of hearts instead of you and notes of anguish by your brothers through the ether.

One day will never come and all I have our the cliff notes to an unfulfilled romance.

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