I came up with a new reasonTo write your name todayI plagiarized each letterFrom a love note you wrote me.The scent of ink was sacred to meIn that relapsed moment…For a minute I could pretendThe paper reminded me of your skin;I could pretend the glimmering inkWas the moonlit lake Of our summer night.But the pretending crumpled with paperAnd I threw us into the trash canFor the bridge between us is long burnedAnd it’s time I accepted that.
-Justin Wetch
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