checking my mailbox
I keep forgetting things
but then again
I tell myself
I’m not as wired
as I used to be
I’m not into clichés
or goodbye kisses
also not keen on forgetting
recent events
nevertheless
I shrug off certain things
instead of screaming at people
who are not there
knowing eventually I’ll recall
what this life
might be all about
if I pass you on the street
with nary an acknowledgement
I hope you’ll remember
it was nothing intentional
november two thousand twenty-two
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