I don’t remember everything
dates and place escape me
moments spent with you
fade and forsake me too
strange faces begin to haunt
with their smiles and tears
I still know I love you
ask of you one thing
when I don’t know you
all our years forgotten
I beg no regrets be free
let me forget to breathe
Sometimes, forgetting is, harder to handle for the person experiencing it, as well as those around her/him.
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True, my poem just one perspective.
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Thank you very much, Chuck – who’d have though a year ago we’d be living in times as strange as this! All the best. Eric.
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Very touching, thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Liyona.
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