Memories

I would hold on, but it seems there is nothing to hold on to

I would remember but my memories have since aged and succumbed to pain.

The face that was once my mother’s, now just a blur

A smudge, on memory’s coat.

 

I would remember him, but it seems time forgets

and the mind seeks to erase that which was not common.

I would know him, but it seems fate would not have me revisit history.

The face that was once my father’s, now……

Now I do not remember what he looked like.

 

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