The Land of the Lost Poem

Etched loosely in your memory,
Was an inaudible lost poem
And in mine were the rest of the verses,
You couldn’t remember even when waking.

I can still hear my voice tremble,
Trying to makeshift the lines to
Correct its order and there you were
Collecting new ones, discarding our old sacred vows.

Forgetting our love that is forever
Thumbtacked to my heart’s floors.
The words quietly scream in agony,
For you to remember just once in waking

An inaudible lost love poem waiting hopelessly and helplessly for your magnetic touch!

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