The Forgotten
If someone, anyone remembers you
then you will live two lives; one where you are
and the other in a rented mind,
but when you are totally forgotten,
what then?
There will always be that one
that leaves a still smoking hole in you,
a bullet now lodged in an inoperable place.
That person probably
does not recall you at all now.
Only when you close your eyes,
do you remember
your long disappearing trick.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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