No letters
Tickets
Or cards
But I do have scars
And memories
That spill out
Like photos
From a billfold
Not intended
To keep them
And so
They become
Inconvenient
Snapshots
of what we were
And I would
toss them too
on the fire
but it’s never up to you
what you
remember
afterwards
when all the struggle is through
And Fate has dealt
all the cards
I’d like to forget you too…
But I still have scars.
