Just an emotional purging, nothing spectacular, making it all the more fool-worthy.
How did I forget
the last words you spoke to me
last we were alone?
Or
the last words you spoke of me
for all the world to hear?
All forgotten
in the acceptance of your company.
I am nothing but a fool.
Foolish to fall in love
with barely a stranger,
and foolish to stay in love
with barely a memory.
All I am
is a fool, fooling myself.
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