Memory

Memory is a fickle thing,
It waits for no man, woman,
Or child. It certainly doesn’t
Wait for me, it is fleeting
And ruinous, I can scarcely
Remember your face, but I can
Feel in my heart how much I loved
You. So while my memory may be lacking
My heart has taken a bashing
Which is how I know I’ve loved.

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