Burning Love Letters
declarations of adoration
flood the net
inviting envy
perfunctory comments of support
soon forgotten
as people get on with their mundane lives
yet again illustrating
that highlights
are fleeting in the larger scale of existence
moments remembered are seldom accurate
distorted
.............to suit............
the narrative
when things go pear shaped
the fallout is public
and wounds licked noisily
I long for the good old days
when I could burn love letters privately
seeing my hopes for the future
go ...e...
...k...
up ...o...
...m...
in ...s...
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