She was almost relieved
when she saw
her photo album
in the fireplace.

She’d spent too much
of the past year
in the past.

If this jerk
wanted to erase
some of her memories,
she had a lot more
where those came from.

But then she saw them,
spread out on the coffee table
in the same order
as in the album.

Her proudly holding her baby,
then the change in her eyes
following the drug test,
then holding on for dear life,
then saying goodbye.

If he wanted
to erase everything
except that,
maybe she should just
finish the job.

She heard his keys
at the front door.

-GD Butler

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