a forgotten poem

a forgotten poem

i am robbed of even my memories,
i have forgotten what i came here
to write.

something lingers on the periphery
of remembrances;
shapeless, soundless, invisible.

is it you,
is it me,
is it u…..s?
who is it?
what is it?

i am lost in the streets of my own heart.
did i abandon my home,
or did i set you free?

i cannot recollect if the tears
that fell on our lips
during an imagined last kiss
were bitter or sweet.

i bought a box of crayons,
to colour my fate.
i opened the packet
and all colours turned black.

will you please wait?

i am trying to remember
how to write your
name; again?

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