by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Forget
the past,
forget the future.
forget me now.
Please forget me.
I know you remember me
and that is my sorrow.
You are the secret fruit
all ripe,
upon my secret bough,
never falling.
I know you have me still
every morrow.
Forgive me.
At leas tpretend
that you forgot.
Even Alzheimier's
won't let love die
so easily
it remembers you and me
in a beautiful memory
From:
The Zong
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Gopikrishnan kottoor
Last updated June 16, 2012