Mr.
by Ieisha McIntyre
I wish I could tell you how many times
I looked at you and your forever before
I decided that it could
not be my ever after.
But, there were too many times to count,
and too many days have gone by to remember exactly
what it was that made tomorrow with
you put a bad taste in my today.
I wish I could tell you, but I can’t.
And, you’re over it.
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