Jay

You’re on the tip of my tongue,

Your bitter taste,

I spit you out.

I threw you away like

Yesterday’s trash

So very long ago.

And now memories of you

Come flooding back,

Like a dam that’s been destroyed

By time.

Time heals, but does not forget…

I won’t forget the lies,

Nor the deceit.

The ambush of passion,

Betrayal, and speed.

This time I spit you out for good.

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