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Writer's pictureStella Rimmer

four hundred seventy

day one

nighttime in october

day four hundred seventy


you know, i waited all night

in your room

for you to come home


and it took forever

for me to realize

all night, i'd wait alone



day one

the day you couldn’t say my name

in “i love you”

when i loved you.


you don’t have to say it back,

you know

you don’t have to say it back,

i know.


just remember to take care of yourself

the way i did

all four hundred and seventy days

of our lifetime



day one

the floor was my best friend

though not kept warm

i melted into it and stayed.


this foolery rests so dangerously

on my shoulders

what kind of joke is love now?

how can you look over me?

god, please remember me.


you stand so proud

in the skin i put you in

and that alone

makes me believe

you have stolen from me.


do you remember how

every night you would

surpass perfection

to look at me just right?

you used to know me.



day ninety eight

you still have yet to feel this way.

you can barely remember my name

you can never remember my wishes

you will always remember my flaws

i beg you to remember the things i cannot forget.


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