Monday 29 June 2020

I CAN FORGET

I can forget the smell of rain
I can forget your laugh again
But what I can't forget is the way you left
Your blue eyes full of disdain

I can forget you holding my hand
Smiling at the marching band
But what I can't forget is feeling bereft
I hope you can understand

I can forget long talks we had
I can forget not feeling so bad
Wanting a friend, not a dead-end
One day I won't be so sad

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