No greater memory we have
Than of all things that were not so
Stock footage dug out of the grave
Of mind to make the old days grow

Good. Glimmering coasts of might-have-been
Are there for having not been once.
The ugly statue rots to green
Before you sigh at thoughts of bronze.

Forget the way that lovers lie
To each other through their teeth
Pulled to be gentle You And I.
Recall his smile, her human breath.

Blindsight is 20/20, then.
You knew what you can't bear to know.
A gaping wound of 2010
No 2020 would dare show.

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