will there be days
where everything
will not remind me
of you?
am i forever sentenced
to these memories
like bits of broken glass
that i step on
and remember?
would i not be who i am
have the good days that i do
without this?
could i be better?
would i be better
had you not used me
when i was most vulnerable
when i was vulnerable
(for it is rare that i am)
was it the moon?
(no, it was you)
there will be days.
there will be sunshine.
i will forget you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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