Memory

Have you learned now?

Now that there are only memories of us together

Now that I don't look at you differently than other people, in fact I look at you the same as I would if I saw a stranger

Now that I don’t call you anymore or text you or skype call you

Now that I don’t hug you

Now that I don’t kiss you

Now that I don’t even touch you or care to

Now that I am only a memory

This poem is about: 
Me

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