All things forgotten and forgiven
in this list of cherry-hill letters.
If I could count the stars
and give them names
of pet hamsters
I would.
The list of letters piles up
and the streetlamps flicker on.
Starry night lost, swallowed in
the forever demanding light
of joyous sun.
If I could name each snowflake
after lost lovers
I would,
but you have yet to leave
and the sun blinds and violently
melts the snow.
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