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Disordered Memory

You never looked at me
the same way again
even the smile
is not for me
but I will never tire
giving my reply
for as often as you ask
who I am.
Your mind broke up
like pieces of a puzzle
each neuron link disconnecting
with another
all former paths broken,
their traces washed away.
Whatever remained couldn't hold
memories of me
not enough links
for imprinting
from the day
without good-bye
you slipped away
taking with you
all these pieces
of yourself.

22 Jun 07

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