The Distorting Power of Memory

As I recall, you loved me,
And thought that I was great;
You wanted to have kids with me,
And couldn’t hardly wait

For wedding bells and honeymoon.
At least, so I recall —
It’s strange how you remember
Never loving me
At all

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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