If I could
I would
erase you from my memory
let you recede
to the recesses of my mind
Become less of a person
and more of an abstraction
an experiment
a test
of no true consequence
of no earnest concernIf I could
I would
hurtle you from a roof
the roof
of your 8-story building
Where we once laid
atop tarred asphalt
in the cold
cool October
I counted stars
while you made love to the moonIf I could
I would
guide you into a river
in the new warmth of late spring
to bathe you
head to toe
Your feet
the feet of a boy
turned man by the wash of a faithless girl
A wanderer searching
like youBy Sarah Hulin
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