Refresh Your Memory
It is after the third time
that you showed up at my door,
deposited yourself in my bed,
and entwined your body with mine
when you ask, with the most touching show of vulnerability that remains unmatched,
if I still loved you.
I wanted nothing more than to console you
and I was painfully aware of the passing time
when I said,
“of course.”
I could have said more;
maybe then you would have remembered
what was so vividly burned into my memory.
But I was too busy being vulnerable myself.
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