Memories
I try to remember
the look in his eyes
as he stared into mine.
But I can't.
No I won't.
This isn't love,
it's just thoughts.
My life now.
I try to remember
that first time
his lips found mine.
But I can't.
No I won't.
Then again,
I want to remember
the good times
and the bad
because these moments
are my life.
They make me
who I am.
So I can't forget the past
I won't.
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