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| Forgotten Children forget so much. He won't remember our days together, just the two of us. And who will as the days pass, and my own memories fade? Those times, those precious perfections of little moments. Stolen away. "No, son, we'll eat lunch, then have ice-cream." I think of them now, as many as I can. How many of you have already slipped away? But the days pass and there will be new moments, to forget. So I treasure each one; and holding it close, I breathe it in, like a dyeing breath... And think of a distant time long from now, and an old man lying still. When his last breath leaves, and those beautiful, dark eyes close their last, will his thoughts return to me? and remember a man and a little boy walking hand-in-hand on that sidewalk so long ago? Will he remember their joy? Frozen forever in time, forgotten, and lost for all eternity. |
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