when it's gone it's gone
like a mirror steamed
erasing the face I saw
but not mine
gone but not forgot
erased deliberately
a test of will perhaps
a testament to what
we can't have
when it is gone
it is gone perhaps
forever this time
a message in a bottle
floating away
irretrievable
uncertain if it will ever be read
ever to find a shore to land on
or a person to collect it
from the breaking sand
gone not forgotten lost
in the endless ways
all of which flow the wrong way
away as I stand on this shore
looking out
remembering not to forget
when it's gone
it's gone not
I could not forget
cannot forget
all of it flowing in my head
gone but never forgotten
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