Jun 01 2014

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The Forgotten


A vaporous memory
passes before my inner eye
reminding me of the forgotten.

I see its form.
I hear its faint cry,
and wonder what it was.

Was it a face or body
or cry or wave of
a forgotten friend?

Somewhere in the distance of day
a long forgotten memory
smiles or frowns at me.

Today is filled with sun
and vivid colors of flowers,
and new friends and new memories.

I let the forgotten remain forgotten
and never revive or relive the past.
Who I forget I prefer remain forgotten.

L.A. Steel

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