In Remembrance Of Me

You do not remember me.
And I realize it.
I do not know how it makes me feel.

One part of me thinks it wants to be angry.
The other part is trying to put on hurt.
But they're lazy.
I think they knew your non remembrance
was on it's way.

There is no welcome mat here.

Or-
Could it be?

Perhaps they have forgotten you too.

by Noemi Lee

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