I recall the highway
when I’m lonely.
The two lines in the middle
are you & I
breaking off into
unrefined perforations.
I watch as the lines disappear
in the rain puddles
as I repeat a line
that you wrote to me
in your final letter:
I will use your love for me
to love better.
Forgetting you
would be the death of me.
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