How could you come to me,
even in a dream,
pretending that it never happened.
Because it's been four years now
and no matter what I do
I remain a part of you.
So why can't your memory just die
exactly like I did,
that day?
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Reviewed by Rodd Jokre (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2003
Writing is certainly a vent where you can show what and how you really without worry... Thanks...
This is heartbreaking. Very vivid and painful. Lisa
Reviewed by Andi Chrisman (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2003
Jason, you have no idea how much I feel this poem. This is a wonderful poem, but I don't think the memories ever die. That's why we write--because memories don't fall into air, they stay forever within us...
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