Of Memories and Forgetfulness

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I keep waiting
For a breeze
To bring your scents
Closer to me.

I've been waiting
For long
For long.

I almost forget
Your face
And your smile
I almost forget
Your scent.

I keep praying
For the tides
To bring you
Back to me

But I fear
That when you finally come
I will be no longer me
And you,
Well, you would be no longer you.

All that'd remain
Would be a memory
Of you, of me and of us
All that'd remain
Would be a memory

For I would have forgotten you
You would have forgotten me
And when we cross paths,
I might smile at you
And you might say
"I think I know that girl".

And the memory
Like a deja vu
Would haunt us
Without you remembering me
Without me remembering you.

If I were to forget you
If I were to be lost in your memory
Would your scent remind me of you?
Would my eyes remind you of me?

Would our dreams remind us of us?


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