I look through a book of old memories and realize that I would have been better off never knowing you.
I sit on our favorite bench and contemplate haunting you.
I hear our favorite song and realize that the words are all wrong.
I drink our favorite wine and remember being loved at one time.
I see strange faces of the past and hear myself telling them that you would forever be mine.
Can you blame me?
It was a comforting self-inflicted lie at the time.
Now I look through a book of old memories and realize that I would have been better off never knowing you.
© Thomas Joseph Pellegrini
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