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When am I permitted to forget? When can I bury these memories? The ones where you laughed, as I used to Ones where you trembled in anticipation before those shakes became gut-wrenches The ones where I overheard your men who said you begged of God over and over To let me forget you as you had to forget me amidst the smoke, ash, clicks and debris And I wish I hadn't received that letter with those unofficial Last Words your comrade heard Those weren't the ones I wanted most they didn't set me free I needed your: "I'm coming home" You belong right here with me And I wish I could forget that there are memories I can't remember but with the truth of time I've come to know We were never One Because Your Face blurs when my memories stir And my tears are for the grave you share with another man and a foot *I am thankful that the rows of crosses have no faces* If I saw your face, I would beg for mercy I'd plead anything to forget that I can't remember your eyes or laugh What I recall is a hollow man who screams. Your voice that whispered It's all a dream is drowned out by that bellowing And I can numb my eyes to those images but the knowledge still burns Because I wish I could forget that there are memories I can't remember                                          *What I recall is that you left                                           on the eighth of November*
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
On the 8th of Novemeber
When am I permitted to forget? When can I bury these memories? The ones where you laughed, as I used to Ones where you trembled in anticipation before those shakes became gut-wrenches The ones where I overheard your men who said you begged of God over and over To let me forget you as you had to forget me amidst the smoke, ash, clicks and debris And I wish I hadn't received that letter with those unofficial Last Words your comrade heard Those weren't the ones I wanted most they didn't set me free I needed your: "I'm coming home" You belong right here with me And I wish I could forget that there are memories I can't remember but with the truth of time I've come to know We were never One Because Your Face blurs when my memories stir And my tears are for the grave you share with another man and a foot *I am thankful that the rows of crosses have no faces* If I saw your face, I would beg for mercy I'd plead anything to forget that I can't remember your eyes or laugh What I recall is a hollow man who screams. Your voice that whispered It's all a dream is drowned out by that bellowing And I can numb my eyes to those images but the knowledge still burns Because I wish I could forget that there are memories I can't remember                                          *What I recall is that you left                                           on the eighth of November*
Forgetting beloveds, in a war-time scene
#sadness#death#forget#remember#november
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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