sometimes
i remember –
the ways we were then
and nights
i dare not to speak
of them now
pages discovered
sometimes while i dream
you are there
in the soft
silver grey
of the dawn

sometimes
i forget –
the day you were gone
with only your scent
to remind me
of home
with only a fleeting
breath i might catch
left to the light
by the storm

sometimes
i remember

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