All the walks,
All the talks,
Hand in hand,
How we explored land after land.
But you have forgotten.
How we sat together and
Beheld the stars;
How fulfilled we felt and
Ignored all our calls.
But you have forgotten.
I was your poet;
You were my poem.
Day after day,
How our feelings blossomed.
But you have forgotten.
Our promise—
of getting old together.
Our fear—
of spending time that
We don't spend with each other.
But you have forgotten.
Imbued in nostalgia,
I stand still here; think of our last hug,
and wait for you.
You told me you'd come back,
But you have forgotten.
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