365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Fifty-Eight

in the end.
I ran.
afraid of.
forgiving again.
continuing the cycle.

all forget now.
what was done.
how close I came.
to losing myself, my son.
they do not want to give up.
the benefits of being friends.

I cannot forget.
I cannot return.
it is no hardship.
except for us.

I hope the memory sustains.
and pixels fufill.
the place where.
we used to live.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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