Sunday, April 10, 2011

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When the letter you wrote me
fell unexpectedly out of a book,
I re-experienced that sensation of dread again.
How you told me you had to end it because
you had to leave and go
to another country,
to live another life,
to breathe another air
to meet other people.
our laughter wasn't enough.
our embrace wasn't all encompassing.
Its been 15 years since,
I hope it was worth it.

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