Blue Friday (2)

You wonder if I ever
think about you: well,
truthfully, I do,
all the time,
although, to be fair,
I think about
potato chips all the time, too.

You say you loved me; I am
just as sure that I loved you,
although my manner of loving
at that age was self-destructive at best,
and mutually destructive, in fact.

I’m glad you smile when
you think of those days.
Me, I actually regret more than
I can remember accurately,
because I’m pretty sure, whatever
I was doing,
it was wrong, but
I’m glad I got to do some of it with you.

You, I never regretted.

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