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Apr 2020
it was a month ago
I saw you

face to face

the day you ate
a cheesesteak

with onions

I remember
your breath

time doesn’t fly
but it does progress

memories fade
but they don’t
disappear

I hope

I am alone
in this house

and the walls
haven’t moved

yet

I am not hearing
voices not even

my own

maybe I should
get a pet
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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       Jen and Carlo C Gomez
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