Fading

A memory lost.
A tear forms,
But I'm not sad.
Sad of the loss
Of time of limbo.
Do I or I don't remember?
The meaning, the loss.
What meaning? What loss?
Of the meaning of the memory,
What tear?

by Paul Barratt

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hi, u know its great there are so many gud things, and gud places u could go wif dis poem. xoxo thats cumin from my heart amber
Very nice... the feeling comes through