Death
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:
Me
My family
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