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Forgotten
I’m sure you never think of me-
I never cross your mind.
You’re happy with the guy you wed,
You like your life just fine.
You can’t recall that night your mom
Came storming up the stairs.
How I went out your window
And she turned back, unaware.
You joined me later on the roof
Beneath the bowl of stars-
We formed a strange conjunction
To be observed by passing cars.
I’m sure you never think of me
You took a wedding vow.
As he snores softly in your bed
You’re not thinking of me now.
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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