Forgetful Age

Who are you?

I do not remember your name

but you must be a kind person

sending me poems every week.

Do I know you?

I do not remember how you look

but you must have a beautiful heart

remembering me still

When we all are forgotten

Who will remember us?

Who will tell our stories?

Can I just claim a story as mine?

So this is my story.

I am…..

Never mind.

You already know. Or not.

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