Saturday, March 19, 2016

Heartbreak, Katy Comber

By Katy Comber

If there were candles
that once lit
echoed sounds
attune with scent
(Ours would smell of
old textbooks, m&ms;
Trident Original gum),
I could strike a match
to hear our laughter
free and unfettered

Until then, memories are fleeing
from my grasp

and I have lost your number


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