she writes him 
letters
that he’ll never read

and stays awake in the nighttime,
sifting through the memories.

he lies down
beside another one,

tries to make himself forget
what she looked like when she smiled
and how she always brought the best out of him.

two tender
and lonely
hearts:
doomed to remember,
destined to reminisce.

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