Landfill

I trashed most memories
as I made them
keeping a list
of they that shared
my bed
car
woods
anyplace
we could get
five minutes
to do the necessary
some took longer
but I was younger
and eager to go
some I kept souvenirs
panties
jewellery
photos
until one found the trove
and binned it
shortly before she binned me
some left souvenirs
under the bed
in the bathroom
to call back and collect
for another go around
it wasn’t just me
pissing on romance
letting down the tyres of love
and I wonder now
what we were all trying to prove
if all have is
the knowing
that somewhere in a landfill
our memories
are stuck in decay

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