Grant Me This

I won’t easily forget that long purple skirt
When faces detach from names
And knuckles whiten with frustration

Blood hope
Spittle orange

I will forget her name
As relationships slide in and out of focus
And colors fade from view

Quivering blanket
Denial river

I will remember that blemish on her ribcage
Where lips lingered beyond remembering
When time stretched out its arms forever

Grant me this


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