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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Unregained</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm not remembering her; <br>chancing to meet. <br>we greet<br>synchronizing expressions<br>trying to collect<br>memory bits from the past <br>as to place<br>and circumstance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Universe between<br>the Not-Remembered and the Half-Forgotten, <br>is not joy, not pain, <br>not past, not present; <br>this is a small-talk world; <br>agenda-less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We talk- <br>minutes going on-<br>both hoping<br>for memory to lurch<br>to the surface from our past<br>to penetrate to consciousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, is someone I should know; <br>an old girl-friend or lover-foe? <br>Someone who loved me; <br>perhaps someone I had harmed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fumbling, I feint memory<br>hoping she’ll reveal who<br>I am<br>to her<br>and what had been <br>between she and I<br>and our last remembrances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she's neutral, not revealing much-<br>My blank stare frozen; still; <br>barriered from my own past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm bereft<br>of attitude or anchoring, <br>and step away from this personal void; <br>memorylessness weakens me; <br>My tree has no branches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I see she knows now; <br>and I don't; <br>she in that instant<br>hides my own past from me<br>giving me no hint<br>as narrow-eyed we both squint<br>in morning light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now for me<br>the first memory bit<br>comes and then more of them; <br>ignited by her sad eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am to her the Forgiven One, <br>the one who did not love her<br>as she had loved me; <br>the one who loved not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the Forgiven One<br>who had walked away<br>not seeing<br>the kindness she'd given me<br>of receiving from her love<br>that asked for nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad are the eyes that remind<br>the Other was the person<br>who loved best.<br>Sad is the deadening spirit<br>of unrequited love's extent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She said: <br>'You were loved far more<br>than you were able to give<br>and gifted<br>with more than you offered back.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Piled high in her eyes<br>were all my regrets<br>un-intoned; <br>her love spilled by me <br>onto the Forgotten Floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After that time<br>I had taken her gift<br>and gave it to my next lover-<br>my atonement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, too, similarly<br>had given me love that <br>she had deprived<br>from her previous lover.<br> <br>We both walked away.<br>Sideswiped<br>by the Half-Forgotten and<br>the Unregained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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chancing to meet. 
we greet
synchronizing expressions
trying to collect
memory bits from the past 
as to place
and circumstance.

The Universe between
the Not-Remembered and the Half-Forgotten, 
is not joy, not pain, 
not..."></div>
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