I, You. & We ...Not How It Should Be
I forget to remember.
I don't trust my memory.
My biography in a summary.
A look little piece of me.
A person to know & see.
My words are only half heard.
My face easily forgotten.
I hadn't deserved most of what I had gotten.
You don't message me daily.
You never arrange to see me.
We have no relationship.
We never kiss on the lips.
This poem is about:
Me