Mary

June 1, 2016

I hear people talk about her,

I hear I knew her.

I know I must of loved her, right?

But when it comes down to it,

I can't remember her,

But I want to remember.

Why do memories fade so fast?

Why do they disappear on me?
I hear she loved me,

I hear I made her smile.

If only I could see that smile one more time.

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