Things undone.
Unraveled. Twisted. A mangled mirage of muddled fractures.
Reflections, now, mingling with the shattered dreams.
Did I forget you too soon?
After I
Dismissed you
Out of hand?
Surplus, I said.
Excess
Redundant
Superfluous
Unnecessary
Useless.
I wish I had not sent you away so quickly. I may have needed you.
But I remember.
Still.
And shed you one chrysanthemum tear.
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