To remember

Today I forget not knowing I forgot.

Most of my life has been kind of quite.

But oh to remember,

As I poke at the ember,

At a fire by my side.

And deep in my slumber,

I forgot her number,

To which I almost cried.

But I did not remember, the crackling the timber,

And all my emotions aside.

And upon waking, my slumber was breaking.

My heart was broken inside .

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