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The Hour That Didn’t Haunt Me

Rewriting Memory

I don’t quite recall the trinket, the memento
The ornament we had agreed to exchange
I remember the call from the night before
I recall how overnight everything felt strange

I remember the disappointment, the distress
How everything built up so quickly had changed
How in those last few days finding out the truth
Like it had been serendipitously arranged

And yet at that last swap we didn’t say a word
The mutual agreement hurt but didn’t burn
As if the rush of it all emotions took note
Another lesson in love and life to learn

I remember the hour that didn’t haunt me
Now I just reminisce about those old days
We were so young, we didn’t know what was ahead
We didn’t say a word and went our separate ways

About This Poem

Last Few Words: NaPoWriMo2026 Day 22

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: California, US, USA

Favorite Poets: Maya Angelou, William Carlos Williams, Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, Charles Bukowski, Alfredo Espino, Roque Dalton and several more.

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