Would
Be reopening that box.
And letting myself remember
That
Time makes us all strangers.
Everyone likes to say that they would
Make
The same choices again; I don't think I could.
Letters and tickets, all in triplicate,
It
Is a lot to come back upon.
Don't let restless regret get the
Better
Of your better choices, better friends.
I will amass the memories with reverence,
For
I will care for their meaning and their sleep.
I don't mind being the archivist alone; as for
You?
Your work is over, your work continues.
Thank you.
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| tennis courts, july 2014 |
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