erase, rewrite.

And as quickly as you came in,
the chapter concerning our story
ended
with one swift blow to the chest,
a glass of whiskey on the rocks,
and memories I’ll spend the rest of
The book
erasing, rewriting,
Trying to find the perfect words
to sum up
the most impossibly imperfect of loves.

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