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'Can you do me this favour, will you promise me this? I am asking you, just in case...'
I think,
looking at my mother while she prays.

Don't forget my face,
when your silver and grey locks are brushed by your tender hand without leaving a visible trace.

Don't forget my face,
when you reach out to find the roads and peaks your skin has seen, turned into maps that it will someday embrace.

Don't forget my face,
when your eyes can only meet with cold, white ceilings and yellow lamps for days.

Don't forget my face,
when you peek outside your window to see only foreign places and strange crowds in haze.

Don't forget my face,
when your nurturing smile has surrendered to the infinite load of tubes, that soothing smile I praise.

Don't forget my face,
when the precious past and troubling now cross paths into a bewildering maze.

Don't forget my face,
when you find the inevitable light of lifes games and maths take place.

Don't forget my face,
Don't forget my,
Don't forget,
Don't,

Don't forget me.
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Love,

That unfamiliair - "have I seen you before?" - face.