"i wish i could tell you i remember
every second," she whispered, her voice
heavy with unshed tears, "but i don't.
i remember meeting him for the first time,
our first kiss and a handful of happy
moments. but i forgot the details. i hardly
remember his smell or the sound of his
laugh or the feeling of his hands in mine.
i remember the sadness in his eyes when
he said goodbye. i tried so hard to forget
him when he left that i find it hard to even
remember his face on some days."
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Poetry Feelings
Puisithese are just a few poems i like, and thought i would share them.
