Friday, September 23, 2011

 

Regrets


Alone

with memories

afraid of ghosts

a chill breath on the neck

a smile fled

an echo of a laugh

nothing left

would all be bearable

if we could forget
.

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Don't forget. We can never forget.
 
I know. In fact, that is what the poem is about.
 
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