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Jan 2019
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where  
Don’t know when



The curves of her
Body
Haunt my memory like a  
Specter
Aimlessly wandering my labyrinthine thoughts

When did I last lay my eyes upon her divine form?



We’ll me t again
on't know where
Don’t  now when


I took her to dinner after I was relived of My post
Her dress fitted her form like a glove
Her eyes sparkled more than the ring  
I Gave her  
Watching her eat was like watching a symphony
Each bite executed with upmost grace and beauty
That was the moment
I Knew I found the love of my life


We'l  m et   ***
on  kno  whe e
Don’t now wh


Starting a family with Her
Was the greatest decision  
I  
Could’ve ever made
Our bed was a sacred site
The conception place of three beautiful
Children
Lord was I happy
Every day with them was a new adventure and
I
Couldn’t have been happier with what God gave me
My kids were growing up to be model American citizens
I had served for the dream and for  
My  
Efforts, I was given the reward to spend my life
With the women I loved  
And to bring two beautiful children up in the world.  
And lemme tell you
I  
Was so proud to have a child as great as mine


We   m  t  aga
D   t  no  her
D         w   he


My wife found my keys sitting in the sink
After spending hours ripping up the house for them
I didn’t remember putting them there
we just blew it off as some goof up
I was moving on in years. Everyone makes their silly mistakes
But after that, things got worse.
Suddenly, it was hard for me to remember details of her figure.
I’d wake up in the middle of the night, getting ready for work
when I haven’t worked for 10 years.
Sometimes I’d worry incessantly over the stranger making their way into my home  
a stranger who looked like they knew me
They’d be sobbing, calling out to me.
“I’m your son!”  


I had no memory of any children of mine



W    m    t   ag  
do t   no  w
don  ow  h



Days didn’t seem linear anymore
it felt like I was just riding the wave of life
I only remembered the sound of the grand ballroom
The laughter and joy of the girl  
the girl I danced with the night I was relieved of my post
That perfect, shining girl


What ever happened to her?



We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
Memory always escapes us. Why not use that fear of loss in a poem? Inspired by A Empty Bliss Beyond The World by The Caretaker
Abram Turner
Written by
Abram Turner  18/M/Layton, Utah
(18/M/Layton, Utah)   
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