bedeviled and unbelieving

I saw you walking toward me

down Thompson Street

I thought you were dead

often I'd wished you were

all the grief you caused

so causally

and now here you are

surviving and self-possessed

as ever

I knew by the way you averted your eyes

thus allowing me the luxery

of giving you a close inspection

hair grayer less shape than before

almost enough to make me wonder

what I had originally seen in you

you looked away

so at least you remember bitch

at least you remember...

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