I once asked if you would ever
remove someone from your memory. You
clicked our chat, and asked what I meant.
I asked if you would want to forget about

a blonde haired Clementine. You
wrote ‘lol,’ followed by whatever did 
I mean. I said that if you had the option to
forget about a face and their quirks

the way their eyebrows raised, the
faint laugh they had, and the way that
their fingertips could press deeply
into your heart and back equally.

You asked if I was talking about
Clementine, or if I was really talking
about myself. I :), followed that a girl
always has her secrets, in hues and hair

of red and blue. You raised your eyebrows
behind your monitor, deeply sighed
and pressed your reply into the keys with your
short nails. ‘Never.’

That night I handed my life out to you on a
business card. I hope that you didn’t want
to, and that it wouldn’t be best, to press backspace
and instead of enter, type and strike down

‘Forever.’

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