Not that You’d care

 

Most of the time

I forget that you were ever there,

most of the time

I forget how much I care

most of the time I am aware

that a moment can pull me…

in

to a whisper of what it could be

that haunts me

in a moment

spare

I would jump to share

but it’s beyond

repair

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