Sarah Calvello | Memory

remember, if I cut you off its because you gave me

the scissors

sometimes you never know the true value of a

moment until it becomes a memory

you served me fish soup

as tasteless and bare as our distant relationship

pieces of white fish floating helplessly and alone

in plain green broth

too much time has passed

we haven’t talked in years


then you come force yourself on us

an unwanted wind

with no real point

love is just a word until you find someone to give

it a definition

you can’t teach me what you don’t know

there’s no getting back our memories

how can we try?

Sarah Calvello


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