The gait of the walk
The look of the face
The sound of the voice
In a familiar place
Your name has escaped
My mind with no trace
Synapses don't fire
As I lose my race
To capture that name
And shed my disgrace
Of forgetfulness
And cold empty space
The state of my mind
A chalk board erased
Can you forgive my
Clumsy thoughts misplaced
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
May those thoughts come back to you.
Andy
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