Poetry, love; Letter to the moment
Poetry, love; Letter to the moment
You didn’t quite remember
the colour of my hair
or the shoes you always liked to wear
You didn’t quite remember
where you had spent your whole life
looking for a purpose, working, living
But I know you remembered
how my tiny little hands would always fit into yours
how you brought me home that one night and we
spent the evening watching cartoons, waiting for mum
And you wouldn’t even know my name
or the colour of my hair
or your shirt I will always like to wear
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