no rope

gue_barium

i didn't learn to forget.
the memories, sometimes
come up like a scent.
the one you get
from a pleasant time ago,
and you know, I know
you try to make it last...
that perfume you haven't known in forever
anew
arms outstretched, fingertips,
reaching for the sure,
the handhold,
the life without
the life rope.

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m'eh.

just wrote it quick.