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Amnesia


Who are you? Who am I?

What am I doing here? And what's going on?

 

I've never seen you before but you said we were a couple

A couple of foolish children that were once in love you say

You may be in love with me but I have no recollection of you

Happy times, sad times are drifting memories to me

Running through meadows of consciousness

 

Drifting through the river of your pictures and reading through the lines of your journal........

Words those were heartbreaking to read though my memory was a wisp in the wind

Like a magician and his top hat, no rabbits being pulled

only air

Years of your therapy and I'm back to the old me

Laughing and swinging intertwined hands as we run on the beach

Splashing the salty ocean waters and amoeba on our fair skin

Where I knelt on the white sand and held out my heart in one plan 

And your hand in the other

You helped me through the worst times 

You gave me back the best

As the cancer was killing me 

You stood by me

As death was knocking on my door

You wouldn't let him in

When I lost all hope of reminiscing our past

You held the scrapbook of our future

When I didn't think I could love you again

You taught me, you showed me how to love

You showed no fear or weakness of losing me

When I did of losing you

So now I take your love as you take mine

Standing at the alter in white and black

You say your vows as I cried mine

And now your my wife, my future, my present and past

I thank you, my dear Amnesia 

 
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