365 Days · Poetry

255 – Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

I want you and I’m dying to find out if I need you
But I think I probably don’t because you’re in
A box of stuff that I do not think about
Unless I’m looking for something from in there
A good laugh, or more often than not a good cry
That unlabelled box is all I can bear to remember you by

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