Call it Unforgetful




he had eyes

tread with oceans of uncertainty

and slight leaves said in his irises

freckles shaped of stars

we were taught not to feel

how his skin felt

taught not to remember

that he laughed in dandelions

not to remember the slope of his shoulder

taught not to remember how

he said that he had cared

maybe the moon was upon us

but i was taught that there

are millions in the world

in this morose river

and many more shoulders that will slope

many more freckles shaped like stars


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