The first day we met, you took my hand
and you swept me off in the dance
to music in your language
and you said, “I got you.”
I believed, but now
I wish that I
Could say “I
forgot
you”
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Holly Nace
Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.
"Tomorrow is too far away
So I will live just for today."
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Great Great One!