Forgetting him
was like
learning ABC's
with 1, 2, 3
at barely 3 years old
without a
visual aid around me.
Forgetting him
was like
mastering DEFG
and HIJK
without being fluent
with ABC's
yet still continuing
the course
without a mentor
who can guide me.
Forgetting him
was like
reaching LMNOP
then QRST
and UVW
realizing that after X
is Y
questioning myself
about
why you fooled me?
Forgetting him
was like
not making it to letter Z
because it's
hopeless to learn ABC's
with 1, 2, 3
without a visual aid
without a mentor
without a guide
and at a young age
as barely three.
Forgetting him
was like
defying the letters
and definition
of impossible
into possible.
———
"Have you forgotten him?"
"I guess I haven't for
he's still the first one
that popped on my mind
before you could even
finish your question."
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