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Feb 2022
Every single day,  
at least three times a day,
I find myself asking him
how could you forget,
or how can you blame me
for wanting to protect
when every moment spent
can so easily be forgotten
How selfish of me
not to understand or see
that this is not about me
How far have I fallen
to miss the simplest truth
that this new path we are taking
you did not choose
and in fact,  how very blessed I am
at how much is truly remembered
The simplest of truths
is that you are  just fine
perhaps it is me that has lost my way

~ Priya 🕉,  Jan 4, 22
Priya Patel
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Priya Patel  Texas
(Texas)   
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