Yakapin

Do you have the list?
Red, black, and blue inks all over.
A book that’s full of all their names.

Who?

Those people who came, left, loved you.

Oh, there’s no list.

Do you simply remember everyone?
Even the minute line across their faces,
The path of each tear drop or
The smile that faded away

No. How can I?

Right.

There aren’t simply a short list
A description of moments shared
But maybe a library of emotions felt
Of feelings shared and lessons learned

Next time, please don’t forget
Maybe get a card for a record

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