memory
daggers to my heart
that say I’m
just too sensitive
but I know
what I saw and I saw
you and her
she and you went walking
holding hands
the sun beat down – I cried –
inside died
but you didn’t know
didn’t know
didn’t see me cry
didn't know
you would be my last
memory
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