the wall, unsquared,
is dry
and old,
a single nail
holds a photo in place,
framed
in black.
it's me and you,
from years ago.
it's my favorite photo
of my favorite
year
with my favorite love
of my
life, it's time I
told you
before you're gone
for good.
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