documenting memories

biscuits wrapped in newspapers,
i dint even have to tell you,
i never had to, for anything.
cigarettes for you, biscuits for me.
coffee for me. tea for you.
i was nice too no?
atleast i hope i was.

i don’t remember. the time that was.
the mind has been in a haze.
the distance, the anger, the words
i don’t remember the smiles,
the banter, the long conversations.
i don’t remember the touch,
how warm and safe it felt.
i don’t remember the life,
as it was once upon a time.
i don’t remember. the time that was.
i don’t remember biscuits wrapped in newspapers

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