You are now stories

You are now stories upon stories

Of “I knew someone that…”

and “I had a friend who…”.

Anecdotes I tell when

I want to pull out something

Entertaining from my back pocket.


You are now pages on pages

Of ink-filled smiles and tears,

Tucked in between chapters,

Entries I write and reread

To remember what I want to remember.


You are now pictures stacked on pictures

Of funny faces

and twinkling eyes,

Hidden laughter and anger

behind the scenes.


You are now memories,

peeking from corners of my mind

that I didn’t know existed,

pieces I didn’t know I kept.


All the things that

I am trying to forget.


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