memory loss

we were no match for the sunlight,
these dust motes in our eyes
but we broke the seals on the sills
and let in the day.

the things we must face: crowded
grocery stores, the drive to work,
fathers with deteriorated minds,
cavities in our teeth, how i don’t
love you like i used to.

when we cough clouds of memory
float forth, but it’s hazy as a half-
remembered dream.

we miss the things we never had,
and the fingerprints on your heart
are mistaken for maps of mountain
ridges that we have never traversed.

eventually we will forget everything,
even the pain of forgetting itself.

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