Found poetry

No, not a form of new age writing, just a poem which in our current context is sad.

I envy you,
remembering the
addresses of your
childhood
I remember nothing
Not even grudges or
The names of friends
or neighbors
If memory is all we have
I have only you and our
years together
I remember all that
Every touch, every
tender moment
Memories like that
are my blessing
My consolation for
all the unsung moments
Of my past

Published by therealtamara

For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.

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