I don’t remember you, and I’m sorry
instead,
my head is filled with thoughts and memories
of people not worth remembering
not worth considering
I see his eyes, dark, and alive
and yours, dark, and dead
I don’t remember you, and I’m sorry
instead,
my head is filled with thoughts and memories
of people not worth remembering
not worth considering
I see his eyes, dark, and alive
and yours, dark, and dead
I like the contrast of dark and alive vs. dark and dead – how the darkness can have duel meanings.
After what you told me, what a poem.
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