my life will continue
I’ll pretend you didn’t leave a scar where you kissed me.
I’ll try and lose the laugh you left me
and I’ll not care for cuddles, movies.
I’ll develop an aversion to tattoos.
cancer crabs I’ll be wary of.
indirect, needing mom, you fit every profile
before you were gone.
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