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What Was True

I've had one night stands that I'll never forget

And also

One night stands that I'll never remember

I can only keep

So many names and faces

Locked in this skull of mine

Some names have to be forgotten

To make more space

For a new face

I cannot remember every day

Every way

I was

Because

It was so long ago

And life kept on

I can only learn

After lessons have been burned

And only

When the universe

Say’s it is my turn

But I’ll try

To remember

As much as I can

And writing them down

Definitely helps

But even then…

I’ve forgotten so much of it

It moved on

And my idea’s changed

My perspectives

My eyes

My attention

They moved on too

I grew

For me and for you

And now

What was true

Was Just

A different view.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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