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I forget now and then,

Anything that was said

Some years by and i forget,

An embarassed smile saying i forgot your birthday sneha

But you know i saw that cake squashed

I forget sometimes,

I remember just to remind myself i forget you now

I forget i used to remember everything once said,

I really forgot your birthday too

I forgot what you liked

I forgot what the last text said

I remember what i felt but i forgot what i read

I forget your sister's name 

Only know you by your brother's

I forgot he never looked at me once,

After the news spread

I forgot who called me from your house that day

I forgot what your mother said

I forget if we were ever friends

You didn't make me feel loved and neither did i

Two kids trying to save themselves the best slice

I forgot you had grief

I forgot you wanted something you couldn't have

And i blamed your mother

As much as i blame mine

I forget you loved her,

As much as I love mine

I blamed me ,

I forgot your friends told me,

I couldn't have done anything 

I remember though,

I told you how I'd disappear

I remember telling you how I have grieved

I remember i told you i am capable of doing it

I remember i told you, 

" You cannot save me,

You can only save someone who wants to be saved",

And i remember you said,

"I'll try"


I learnt, 

I am not capable of what i thought

I learnt i can't ever disappear like you did

I learnt exactly how each and everyone

Would feel, if i did

What you did


I remember i could have done nothing

I forgot i should have done something

I forgot what you looked like now,


I remember asking you, a promise?

"Don't be a stranger"

"You can even invite me to your wedding"

I remember you politely declined,

Years gone by, 

I forgot how many now

I forgot who i used to be then

I forgot who you were, now

I forgot your mother used to know me

I forgot she didn't talk

I guess,

You became a stranger after all



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