I don’t remember…

No, I don’t

remember him at 3 am:

When I’m the loneliest.

I don’t remember him,

When I’m alone in the crowd.

I never remember him;

When people assume that

I remember him.

But-

I remember him

when there are my loved ones around me

Comforting and trying to ease my

‘Pain’

And when I go to hang out with

Fun-loving people

When I actually have no reason to remember him.

You know what?

The times spent at his grave are the best:

I give him some flowers,

and talk to him for hours.

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