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POEM: 48

48

maybe it’s the approach of fall
maybe it’s my birthday
you asked me to marry you on my birthday
we didn’t use forever words
but I imagined you’d be beside me
until the end
you were
it just wasn’t the end I was expecting

/ / /

10 September 2021
dictated into my phone
somewhere on the
New York State Thruway

Published in My poems Poetry

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