[a few poems]

for j.

the best secrets pass through the eyes;

i know i told you plenty with mine.

i was hoping that you'd see them.

i guess i was hoping that you'd keep them.

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i'll just go on, trying to forget, i suppose.

i won't remember the little things.

i'll just go on, not lingering on the way your eyes liked to linger on mine.

i won't remember what made me stay.

i'll just go on, trying to get the soft curve of your smile out of my head.

i won't remember what made me smile back.

but in my forgetting i'll just go on like always, lingering over the little things 

that made me stay; that made me smile.

i won't forget you.