---
selfishly, i've allowed
the loss of you to become
the loss of me
in a dozen half-filled glasses of water
left untouched by the window sill
and receipts strewn across the floor
reminders still
of debts later to be paid
pillars to
my deficit of self-care
selfishly, i've allowed
the grieving of you to become
the grieving of losing me
all the alternative facts i offered
for why i write
(how many times i said
i wrote to remind myself
of who i was)
i've written so much
and remember so little
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