Is it more important to me than you?
I find myself sitting
In locked-up files of my recollection
You have buried them
In a coffin from our past
Do you remember that time when
Your face leads me to pause
Those green eyes grow red
Slashing into my heart
As if I said something wrong
You try and catch me
I don't remember must be someone else
The rage rumbling through my ribcage
I could never mistake another soul
For yours
Pictures; a souvenir
Evidence to support
That I am
Speaking of you
Thinking of you
Recalling of us
Sweet memories now, incomplete.
“Why Don’t You Remember?” – By Kristen Giebler
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