that i keep
in my wallet.
it's very worn.
the edges yellowed
with age.
the words barely readable,
the ink smudged
from sweaty hands.
i'm sorry, it says,
forgive me for whatever
i've said or done
to anger you and make
you not want to make love
anymore.
please forgive me
and let's move on.
i should of had it laminated
back when i was young.
i had no idea
how many times
i'd have to use it from
one relationship
to the next.
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