Forget/Memory

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Between belief and doubt, where the sun never sets

I did find myself

And as it was comfortable enough I stayed.

The days slipped past featureless

And tidy, each in its box tucked away

Under the stairs, and each night

The cupboard door locked quietly

And the box’s key thrown away.

Each day may be a miracle

But only to itself, it is alone

(Tidily alone, and never lonely)

For the population of that place is large and gracious;

Each day we meet again those we had met before

And perhaps they were our enemies yesterday, perhaps our friends –

But it matters very little, our pasts are locked behind us

And we must meet again, and nod, and smile

At those who are our bosom friends by nightfall

And by next morning passers-by well met.

If there is something we have forgotten

It matters not at all, we are content.

This is a pleasant place enough, and clean, and pretty

It is pleasant – which I think I said

And the night that never comes is drawing on –

I hope we meet again.

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