The idea was to unlove you.
I'm not saying my ideas have ever been foolproof, but
this one had a quiet brilliance about it,
apparently.
The idea was to uncount the grassy sunsets and
unmemorize the lazy peace. The idea was to
unlearn the memories till they became a shade
we never wore on our hoods and sneakers.
I'm not saying my ideas have ever been
wasteful, but this one had to be shot down,
apparently.
The idea is to love you.
In the name of poetry.
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