• thesoulscribbles 49w

    I don't remember him, nah no more
    Not even how dashing he looked,
    in the red t-shirt he wore.
    or how the naughty grin on his face appeared,
    when he crossed his fingers, while he swore.

    I don't remember him, atleast not now
    Not even his kisses every night
    on my drooping brow.
    or how to make up for every fight,
    in front of me, he used to bow.

    I don't remember him, nope not at all
    And yet, all my poems talk about him
    and our fall.
    I am leaving this poem incomplete, like us
    because I don't remember anything
    and yet, I remember him all.


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