Remembering

Posted on October 10, 2019 by

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I needed to speak to you Mum

I needed to hear you

I just needed a chat

That was all

I just want to talk to you

I go to call

I can’t remember your phone number

A sledge hammer hits me

As I recall

You’ve already gone

4 years before.

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One Comment on “Remembering”

  1. I do the same thing. I find myself thinking, “Oh, I must tell Mom about that,” and then realize I can’t. She’s been gone almost 8 years. I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.

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