I remember, now…
What it was, that I
wanted to say, what
I meant to confide
what I was about to…
*
I remember, but now
it’s too late, to know,
too late to put together
the words, found too
late on the tip of my tongue.
*
I remember, but it doesn’t
matter, does it? If it did,
it seems I would know,
I guess if it did, matter,
I would have remembered then,
*
And not now…
.
.
.
Cyranny's Cove 
A very good post. Thanks for sharing!
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That was so poignant!
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