#five
by anasuyasays
don’t you remember
how the wind swept my hair
& how we ran across roads like naive children in play?
don’t you remember
how you clung onto the hem of my dress
& how your lips longed for my touch?
don’t you remember
how your breath carressed my neck
& how you asked me at 3.00 am if i would see you one last time?
i remember,
but my darling,
you,
you forget.
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