Lesson 2
A pity, we were such a fine invention.We crafted each other. The perfect other.
We crafted it with the bits of our heart
left over from previous breakings.
And
we made a love meant to last.
We really meant it. We meant
to be together, but meaning seldom
makes sense.
Now, since we’re no longer together
I lie in a wreckage alone. I don’t know.
Whether you’ve invented yourself with another.
I don’t know.
All I know is we flew. For a moment.
Yes, that moment will last forever.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-22 at 09:15
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