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Aporia
by Katherine Hameetman
How can I tell you about the things
that were maybe
little
to you but meant
worlds
to me, how you kept me going
two weeks for three years,
so for you I write this,
you already know
how we were both killed in the game,
you already know how we leaned back,
looking up at the lights that we
pretended not to be
fluorescent bulbs brought to life
by electric current but thought
that by looking at them through half-closed,
watery eyes we could turn them into stars,
you already know how I had missed you
to the point of beyond missing,
how you became just another shadow
living out solidity upon sacred ground -
I tried to rip you out of my memory.
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