When I asked in trepidation
and waited for another answer
you only glanced at me
so now we both know
and soon must admit it
Then to the eternal job
of packing
storing memories in cotton
telling too sympathetic friends
that, it’s-all-for-the-best
and, we-always-knew
Like the sunset
and the autumn
in the beginning
is
the end
~ Melodie Corrigall
Originally published in: Thunderclap! Magazine
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