Something Forgotten
By Kira A. Moore
There is a thought,
A memory
Of something
To be remembered.
Yet I am here,
Standing alone,
And I cannot recall,
What it was.
Something Forgotten
By Kira A. Moore
There is a thought,
A memory
Of something
To be remembered.
Yet I am here,
Standing alone,
And I cannot recall,
What it was.
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*chuckle* Love the poem, and it’s probably serious, but I can’t help thinking that you’ve nailed “Here for Syndrome”… go into the pantry and stand there thinking, “What did I come in here for?”
Well, it wasn’t very serious… I was actually thinking of all the times I’ve gone to the store and forgotten what I wanted to pick up. 🙂
I love your poem 🙂
Thank you
lol Now to that, I could sometimes relate.
🙂