The Next Ex

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The Next Ex


This time,

I didn't have to wait as long,

didn't tremble as hard,

when I scooped up

more than a decade of us

looped and tied across paper,

incinerated our photos, our memories

to ashes, and spread them across

the magic and greenness of the past,


now, at the bottom of a silver bin,

sits the rest of my best friend

next the pile of him

hidden in the dead and dust

of the attic. 

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