You'll look at it and put it away.
You'll come back to it to
Never to look at it again, but
You gotta put it away.
A layer upon layer, hidden
Beneath the pile of lost
Emotions that still seem to
Be relevant.
Ready to lose a pound of
Flesh before giving up on
Her decade-old pic with
Your weakened will.
You'll have second thoughts,
And the third and the fourth
And several more before you
Tear it away.
And this girl in your head,
Who's now a full-grown woman,
Still knocks on your door only
To go away again.
Long lost, settled dust,
Demanding another pound
Of flesh before she sinks
Beneath a deeper layer...
Waits there in that tattered
Wallet, till you visit again.
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