~ a poem by Justin Palatsky
The snow is falling
diagonally,
the same directions arrows
fall,
arrows I thought Cupid
meant for me and you,
and you’re off with some
other guy, smiling.
Smiling, and sometimes I
think you don’t even remember
who I was, who I am,
who I could’ve been had
you given us a chance,
a chance to become
legendary.
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