-st/-end/-ever
By Katy Comber
If there were candles
that once lit
echoed sounds
attune with scent
(Ours would smell of
old textbooks, m&ms;
Trident Original gum),
I could strike a match
to hear our laughter
free and unfettered
Until then, memories are fleeing
from my grasp
and I have lost your number
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