Now that I remember no longer
That face,
I can't even expect to see it once
Again,
For the person with that face has
Fallen,
From our little world into the fond
Memories,
For me, the last piece of memory
Remaining,
Is an old broken rattrap made of
Steel,
That was abandoned, thrown out
Somewhere,
In her tall, dilapidated yet a very big
Home,
Where I used to go to play as a little
Girl,
Haven't seen her for much more than
A decade,
And forgotten everything, small and
Big,
All that remains, somewhere in skin
And bones,
Those sweet yet subtle and subdued
Feelings.
The least I can do, is to never forget
You,
Through the only way I can see now,
Through,
A mention in my romantic collection of
Poetries,
As a beautifully unprecedented rarity.
– For You.
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