#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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