Memory

Every time I try to remember the past, more of my memories

Are lost to me. I can’t remember the sound of my

Grandfather or that of my father’s voice. I can’t remember

My mother’s maiden name or my cousin’s first. I

Don’t recall who I first kissed or who

I met when I should have met

With him for our anniversary. But

I do remember who ran

Him over after he

Found out about

My infidelity.

He

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