hello-goodbye window

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I forget you,

but you remember me,

I keep forgetting you.

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To be the space that holds you —

A container with room enough

To leave nothing out

In the rain

And the space between

Done right it might be 

The slick feeling of perfection

Or, wrong,

An eternity of mirrors:

Too much to look at

And too much to look away.

In the morning it’s

Too soon for you to forget me —

A figure drifting down the street

Backwards with a hand waving.