He came to see me, but why?
None of what he said made sense
I'm neither that Rose he remembers
nor the Lilly of his dreams
Not to speak of April and June
I don't know them
they are most certainly not me
Why did he stay then? Leave, Go
yes, disappear, never to come back
you, the forgetful ghost of my forgotten past
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