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There is nothing I wish more than to forget,

there is I nothing more selfish,

more self-preserving,

than the gift of forgetting—

of letting go.


Forget to think of him,

        teach me how I should forget to think!



I must let go.


No matter how hopeless,

       promise me now, and never let go of that promise.


I continue to immortalize him in the way that a

widow immortalizes her late husband,

but I am the forgotten mistress that

keeps quiet during the burial ceremony.


I am the one being buried here tonight.

As he is laid to rest, so is my memory.


I continue to write about you, but you have already

been immortalized by someone else.


What happened, why didn’t it work out?

        What always happens.





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