today was all about
cleaning
out things
i'll never need (like rain)
and
yesterday
that included you...
i
put away the clothes
your
mother gave me,
piled my
old
soccer shoes
in a bag,
left you
on the curb
with
every memory (we made),
each
cleat-shaped mark
you left beneath my clothes
on
(the skin above)
my weary old heart
beating wildly as
the
hail upon
the pavement...
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