i find an old photo
stuck
between the pages of a book,
a card
too, signed with love,
from me to you.
i can almost smell the scent
of a familiar
perfume.
it's a sweet card, all the words
fit
the time, the mood,
the memory of what was.
i slip it into the basket,
along with
everything else
that wasn't true.
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