52. I forgot...52
Our last poem would read: I forgot my glasses — It was not your fault I forgot my wallet — Not guilty at all I forgot to say — That you need me so I forgot my arms — Well, they were too small I forgot my pants — Were you short or tall? I forgot myself — Can I give you a call? I forgot to dream — of an infinite mall where I would find you — and I would live behind you and we would be kind to… — and create divinely sweet lullabies too! I forgot our song