The Hard Part
The hard part is,
I don’t remember.
Part of me
lives in the imagined past,
but even if it is imagined,
I can still see it as real.
Everything,
everything is a variation
of the word feel.
Every bell
means a day gone by,
yet, I can’t remember the days.
I look at me,
sitting next to you,
your pretty smile
lights up the picture,
and I know,
I know how close we were,
but I don’t remember.
And that feels hard,
makes something in me
fall apart.
James Garratt – 25th August 2025
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The Hard Part – Monday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)
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