Monday, April 12, 2021

Seventy-two:

72

I am in this picture 

with you

yet I have no memory 

of that me.

The who I was 

then

no longer exists.

I am the only one 

left from there. 

I remember you all and so 

I forget me.

How did this happen?

Why did you leave?

I miss you dire. 


Markle~

11April2021

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