Forgotten

April 9, 2008
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I cannot imagine how it feels to be forgotten
like the gunshot in a park one evening.
They would turn their heads, shocked, and wondered
what had happened, what will happen
and finally, Forgotten.

Certainly, I cannot imagine how it feels
to be searched, to be wanted, to be cried over
and forgotten. Unharmed.
Nothing is harmed without my presence

I wonder how it feels to be lost in a dark,
and I will think of you until you forget all about
me





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