Forgetful Memories

Then summer arrives hot and wild. 

You kiss me over and over

as I snuggle into your warm

embrace. We engrave 

our names onto the sandy shore. You 

say you love me once more. 

Autumn messing around with us.

Some days you don’t want to go dancing.

Some days it’s just uncontrollably 

raining while leaves are falling 

from its trees. I 

couldn’t stop thinking about you 

again and again, but our love 

was turning brown. 

The storm of the winter hit 

hard on us. Days were short and nights were longest.

Frigid and cold, I struggled to find 

where you were. 

You left. 

You forgot about everything. 

Are memories remembered memories?

Oh, forgetful memories. 

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