11.20.19 (Personal Poem)

Hard to believe at times
that we were born into this.
Not merely play-acting,
letting the mood rise grievously,

like a blister or a welt.
Just how every song starts.

“I miss the human truth of your smile,”
is what I’d say
if I were only joking.

But I do miss other things. For example,
your disregard and my resentment,
the beautiful inferno they made,
and the shouting matches.

Seven years ago,
you razed me to the ground.
It’s a memory I cherish terribly.

-r. miller

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