along the line
he forgot to write
too busy . . ..much too busy
and one time
when he was through
he forgot to call
so tired . . .much too tired
then one day
at the setting sun
he forgot to remember
too distracted . . .much too distracted
and like the smoke
that comes up from a fire
she disappeared
leaving him to miss
a something
he couldn't replace
but nevermore could recapture
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