Blank looks
are reminders
that you’ve forgotten
again.
Start again.
We drank tea
late at night
telling me stories
that you’ve forgotten now.
I remember.
Mum died of cancer.
Dad was a postman.
You are a forgotten hero
but only forgotten by yourself.
Start again.
They didn’t understand,
we did.
You don’t understand.
Neither do I.
I remember.
Pulled pieces
from old papers
years later.
The story still incomplete.
Start again.
I wish.
r.l.w
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beautiful and haunting thank you for sharing 🙂