Lack of Memories

A lack of memories

(so incomplete)

another corner at which we meet

yet we just stand

eyes fixed into stare

awaiting the dream to catch us there

It won't fall into place

because we won't reach

gaze into eachothers empty faces

that nameless beach

of memories past and long forgot

those times we had

(or perhaps did not?)

the confusion of thoughts

that reside in this mind

enter and leave

split and divide

and then they subside

and we again say hello

I've met you before

but how could we know?

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