procession

just wanted to
move out of the space
you came into from above
i couldn’t just select all
of my old memories
that i want to erase
completed versions in front
written over old stories
hand in every little thing
you do to stop me from
hurting myself again
the hillside talks at night
while you smoke your lungs out
i just needed to remember
your ironic phrases
from the tip of your tongue
to the bottom of my shoes
with closed hands you struck me
down to the cold river bottom
i still shiver a little
when i hear your name in passing
my teeth still chatter
when cold water goes down
the back of my neck
how do you expect me
to pack up everything
act like it never happened
it’s so hard to forget
but i just wanted to
hold your hand and tell you
there are things i regret

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