Better as a Memory

You are much better as a memory
of soft smiles and starlight,
forgetting all the awful things,
The thorax pins, the stretched wings,
And you are good. You are pure.
You don’t need any cure.
And I will treasure you in memory
And greedily swallow each moment
skittering like mice in the walls,
Always outside of your reach.

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