Dear John
Location
63379
United States
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Dear John,
I know this sounds cliche,
But let me count the ways,
That I think of you,
Oh wait.
You’re
Not
Here.
Remember how you left?
I do, because I kept
Everything.
All your shirts and even
How I believed in
Us.
Sitting in a box, high
In the back of my closet and my
Mind.
And as I clean one day,
I’ll throw away-
Everything.
Except I made sure to burn your shirts.