I don’t remember.

I try to remember.

Why remember

When the memories

Cut through my mind?

In a fog,

She’s gone.


Four years alive

And forever dead,

Gone from head

With life’s disguise.


Perhaps I moved on,

While staying stuck.

In two places I am,

But out of the muck.

This poem is about: 
My family
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