Forget me, I'll forget you
- about our past there's no clue
Still left after time came
And washed all away without shame.
Forget me, I already did,
No one will ever uncover what was hid
Behind the words uttered years ago.
The shared memories were lost in the flow.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
