In the Winter, When You Forgot My Name
(seem to)
Stop myself from blaming you.
Anyone else
I could forgive for
Making me peripheral
Incidental.
(Mis)judged. Dis(missed).
Apocryphal.
But you knew me too well
For it not to feel personal.
I can’t seem to get my lips to form themselves
Around the words please
Stop, You
stop. You –
did.
I can’t.
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