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I want you to know this,  

If ever there is a time you come to

Find this; I'm a bit hot tempered,

I'm a flare, a spark, an unsteady

Hot breath in a winter landscape.

You can't cling to me for reassurance

Just as much as I can't cling to

You in desperation.


Your memories are gone,


Mine stay intact, I could cross rivers,


Map continents and kiss that birthmark


On your skin, all with the memories


We created.


But you don't even recall my name


Let alone the way I taste against


Your lips, or the fallen words


Spoken aloud at one.

Who would 


Have guessed that that time

Would stick with me in every


Metaphorical, melodic, sense


That could ever exist?


But who would have guessed that


You could forget everything


And maybe I blame you, or perhaps I blame the amnesia.

But I'd like


To think that if ever you love a person


They, a like with their memories,


Never fade.


Yet, you, allowed me to fade.


For what?

So I could become a faux


A make believe reality, transcribed


And recited, spoken over, oral


Tradition, no real rendition.


I let you slip, and at times I blame


Myself, but most nights I linger too


Long on the devestating knowledge


That your lips aren't as soft as 


They used to be.

And your hands


Don't remember my fragile bones


Or the land they treaded on to


Find me.


If I could give to you memories


I'd give to you a shining star


A lonely whisper, and the millions


Of breaths that you destroyed.


If I could give to you wishes


I'd give you more genies than lamps


More mirrors and photographs than


Masks and make up.


And if one day you ask for fulfilled promises I

'll bring to you the roads we could've driven on


To get to the places we never visited


Where we'd plan our life out with Hailey and Alex holding our pinkies.

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