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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And You Don’t Remember Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat on the park bench <br>pen and notebook in hand. <br>I watched all the people <br>as they passed on by. <br>I wondered how in life <br>each one of them had fared <br>with their happiness <br>and their sorrows. <br>I looked for inspiration <br>for something to write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked at me and smiled, <br>I smiled back <br>thinking that was that. <br>“You don’t remember me? ” <br>She said and sat down. <br>I looked at her again <br>as memories swirled <br>around in my mind. <br>She was right <br>I didn’t remember her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her hair was mousey colour <br>with flecks of grey <br>starting to appear here and there. <br>There were thick lines <br>across her forehead, <br>crow feet lines <br>near the corners of her eyes. <br>The corners of her mouth <br>drooped just slightly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her blues eyes were striking <br>and I knew I had seen them before, <br>but they were with a younger face <br>a long time ago. <br>A face that lit up <br>whenever she spoke. <br>“You still don’t remember me? ” <br>She asked once again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shook my head, <br>but unfortunately, I did. <br>I could remember <br>all the beauty <br>she had had in her youth, <br>before time had ravaged her <br>and taken away her beauty <br>and her youth. <br>She looked so sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to reach out <br>like I always wanted to, <br>but something deep inside, <br>a little voice you could call it, <br>kept telling me no. <br>My urge to hold her <br>was trying to win out, <br>but I couldn’t do it. <br>She was no longer <br>a part of my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All she was now <br>was a memory I clung to, <br>a memory of my youth <br>so long, long ago. <br>With notebook and pen, <br>I smiled and bit her farewell. <br>I whispered her name <br>as I said a last goodbye. <br>I didn’t look back <br>or I would have looked back with regret. <br>She was a past, <br>something none of us can ever relive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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pen and notebook in hand. 
I watched all the people 
as they passed on by. 
I wondered how in life 
each one of them had fared 
with their happiness 
and their sorrows. 
I looked for inspiration 
for something to write.

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