A bit of late-night musing. It's more like a thought chopped up into lines than an actual poem. It also pretty much appeared fully formed and that's why you're getting another post so soon, you lucky reader.
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O my friend
How could I have forgotten your face
I guess I chose it,
didn't I
Maybe you forgot me too
and we'll meet someday and not know it
Or maybe we will
O my friend
Did you hug me, say
Don't worry, you'll love it,
you'll do fine,
be back before you know it.
All true, probably
But I wish I didn't have to forget you
Are you waiting
(impatiently, perhaps)
for the day I remember you again
My friend
my dear friend
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