She never remembered
her maiden name
When the spells would
come and then go.
And she never recalled
her lover’s face
After her brain had
paid the toll.
She always forgot where
she parked her car,
Or what desk would be
holding her keys.
But she remembered
where she lost her soul
And would walk down to
the crumbling bridge
To search for something
she did not know
And to send a goodbye
kiss to a faceless man.
I remember the last
time we hugged
I smelled her hair and
tasted her tears
I stared into her eyes,
But she was still lost
at the bridge.
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