Having forgotten
having buried deep down
having hurled aside like an unwanted weed
having moved on
I stood at crossroads
That though uprooted stayed
that though discarded never left me
that though unwanted like a weed
refused to budge
So I swayed
from memory to forgetting
from hazy to crystal clear
from hurt to cold shouldering
Sometimes my memory chided me
what's that you hold and why?
where is the place for such foolishness in maturity?
what is the point of forgetting
what you hold close in memory?
I sighed! ! !
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