Things I Won't Forget
the smell of department stores
the name of my favorite teacher
every time I bloomed in autumn
(you lingered until the end
of springtime then left)
my first bumpy driving lesson
the taste of busted-lip blood
every time I shriveled in winter
(you forgot me a little more
with each new forget-me-not)
how the seasons come and go
and
the smell of department stores
(of course)
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