I guess I'll
fill a box with our inside jokes
and that one time you held my hand
with every Sunday morning and
the sunglasses you lost when that wave hit you
and those minutes between 7 and 10
where your phone calls lived
your favorite doughnut
and the grease under your nails
I'll tape it shut
and put it by the curb because
there's no manual that tells you
what the fuck else to do
with the good parts
when it's over.
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