Six months after the entire escapade
I swore to forget, to forget
remembering you, ever knowing you.
I did, I really did until
that fateful day, I saw you
walk into the store and I reminisced
the past, how you walked out of my
life, how much it hurt.
No, it didn't. No, not at all.
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at last you have made up your mind. very nice poem. 'the past, how you walked out of my life, how much it hurt. No, it didn't. No, not at all.' voted 10 surya