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May 2017
Sometimes I forget.
I forget that you left
and I can no longer run to you,
I forget that he has passed
and will no longer greet me at the door,
I forget that the dreams always come back
and force me to remember the old days
when you were still here
and so was he.
Megan VanKo
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Megan VanKo  18/F/WI
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