Most that encounter me
describe me as memorable.
But not in the way
I would like to be remembered.
Most remember me
as one who forgot them.
Many I've collected
like night-club matchbooks
captured on paper,
bound by ink.
I visit them occasionally,
but not when they're lonely.
I remember them
when I feel
like I've forgotten me.
Poetry, Rants, Expressions, Stories both fictional and non-fiction, and otherwise worthy collections of words.
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