Poem 2 (Collection 4)

He lingers lifelessly
in the farthest corners of my mind
the corners I forget exist;
he wanders over its slippery edges,
the edges I scarcely explore,
not waiting or hoping
but just existing
as fragments of my favorite memory.

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