Star-crossed Lovers

I do not need pictures of him
to elicit unwanted memories.
He is engraved in my brain
like the necklace I had made
carelessly with the wrong date.

Scratched into the dark skies,
a record that cannot be fixed
now to skip beat after beat.
A shooting star in flames
once bright, now fades.
A destiny defining mistake.

He used to keep it by his bed,
the necklace I had made,
covered in the letters I wrote,
but not anymore, not anymore.

I cannot help but question:
How many times they were read?
if they were ever read at all?


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