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Forgetting
i will forget you
just as i have forgotten my first kiss
and third grade teacher
you will be forgotten
and sent into the backyard of my mind
and forbidden to return
i will turn away from the push cart
with purple asters
and ignore gazebos and river walks
i will not go where people mingle in twos
and where apple blossoms touch the air
i will be too busy forgetting you
nothing will be related to you
not the key hook you forced into the wall
or the tablecloth you scorched
because you turned for a kiss
everything will be what it is
without a remnant of what was you
i will forget you
even when dreams resurrect us
and you take vengeance in your absence
i was forgetting you with another
but saw the baby robin peak from its nest
and excitedly said, “carol, look!”
i will forget you
through every temptation and hint
daisy fields and haystacks
the first green suggestion of spring
you returning to bed for “just a minute”
i will forget you
but not just now
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