I forgot to be

The muddy streets

your boot imprints

the letters you signed

with red handprints

a chest full of your things

beside my bed, just being

whatever it’s supposed to be

as you left them here

as I forgot to throw out

so lies a dance unfinished

a song on your lips

i remember things that never

would be mine

I forgot to love

I forgot to let go

I forgot to be

just what was meant to be

a stab to the heart

a story in the winds.

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