What remains
Of her fades,
A little.
Sometimes
Her hair.
Sometimes,
How she looked
In a winter wear.
Yesterday day,
It was her
Second base.
Day before,
Her her curves
Of a flower vase.
Today, I forgot
Her name.
Now,
Only a half
Painted face
Remains in the
Game.
Of which
I hardly care.
Few more days,
Done and dusted,
She'll be nowhere.
Forgetting
Someone is an
Emotion so rare.
Self love is
Important,
Buddy, you too,
Take care.
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