A Love Poem Gone All Soul Coughing

sometimes when i think of you
nothing comes to mind

i don’t remember the good times gone bad
i’ve forgotten the bad times done right
maybe
i think

i don’t recall your birthday
and if i did
i’d give you last years gift

whatever that was

my memories of you
fought
cut clean
elevators to the mezzanine
chump…change
and it’s on

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