Proofs
Of all those drafts
Bearing an idea of "us"
Proofs
Of those accidental turns
That your imagination took
Ruins
Of all those roads leading to me
Foetuses
Of love that was aborted
Decay on your heart's floor
And I become the scavenger
Who is paid twice
Once
In your pain
Once
In all those possibilities
Where your heart muttered
My name.
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