Even the Heartache was Sweet

I forgot the falling words
read in shock.
Only later, did they root,
come forth like
white August Lilies
against
headstones gray.
Awash
in graveyard thoughts,
I walked to nowhere
in the aftermath
of summer escapade
wondering why
never returning
to that September self
I retreated deeper into seasons
obliterated forever and ever.

Last night I found him in the basement
where I thought the blender
might be
a photo of
the summery one
I adored but
knew no more. I chuckled, then
found the poison ivy scrawl
she wrote
that caused such itch.
Ouch no more.
Put the photo and letter
in the box, closed the top.
Said thank you
to the past
almost forgetting
what it was like to
fall in love.

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