Memories

My memories have disappeared, where ever did they go.
I know I had to start from somewhere, like everyone that I know
When I lost my memories everything seemed so very dark.
I know I had a name once whatever that was.
I met a girl who had my memories, keeping them from my wake.
She teeters on my memories, hurting that heart of mine.
I know the memories that I lost, were precious without a doubt.
I know I need to remember those of which I have forgot.
Until I saw that girl again I never would have thought
That the memories that I lost, were that of which of whom I love.

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