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Your version had a date

A room, a reason why

The table kept its shape

The light was written dry

My name was somewhere there

But softer than a stain

You wrote down what was said

And left out where it changed

The page stayed almost clean

The margin held its breath

No line for what I lost

No word for what was left

I was missing from the record

But I was in the room

You wrote down the ending

And left out what it proved

I was missing from the record

A blank where I should be

Your story had an exit

Mine had nowhere to leave

You made the past look small

A neatly folded thing

No broken edge remained

No mark under the skin

But I remember air

Turning hard to breathe

The silence after you

The space around my sleeve

It was not erased

It was never given ink

The blank was not empty

It knew more than you think

I was missing from the record

But I was in the room

You wrote down the ending

And left out what it proved

I was missing from the record

Still standing in between

The version that you kept

And what it did to me

The page can stay clean

The line can stay thin

But what was never written

Still knows where I have been