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how it used to seem like I would never forget you

and that the feeling I knew so well – inescapable, it would seem –

vanished overnight and

one morning, I awoke

to find I

could barely remember your face

let alone the way you taste

on mornings, overcast

and outlook, cloudy,

weather reports on the television

your hair clinging to your cheek

wavy, smooth,

at once familiar and new

now strange, belonging to a ghost.

Stranger still

how I felt better than I had before

without you – Happy.