try as i may
she will not leave.
this latest incarnation
splashes the ceiling in the bathtub,
laughing and comfortable
legs entwined within mine
chaperoned only by the rubber ducky.
i know her legs, the scarred ankles
the way her hands felt in mine
it's not over, but it is
he says i want a girl
but that's not it, precisely
what i want is her
i want to move on
and to stop looking back
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