There are two scars at your inner elbow
that you try to hide, two deep gouges
that you turn toward yourself; I imagine
the cat you left with him when you left
him and the memories that swell there:

one for him
one for you.

11/16/2011

Author's Note:

And when I have gone, I 
imagine I will be lucky 
to leave even memories.

Posted on 11/17/2011
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