Time


There will be day 
The hour, 
The minute, 
The second
The time
There will be time
To forget the faces already forgotten
To forget the memories which never existed
To forget the friend,  long unfriended
To forget the name,  still unnamed
To forget the love, still unborn
To forget the dreams, dream-undream
To forget the feeling,  unfeel the felt
To forget the touch, make it untouched
Has the time come?
Has the day,  the hour,  the  minute,  the second arrived?
Is it really time?
To forget, the unforgettable
To let go,  the gone byes
You and me
Me and you
Who never were meant to be
Is it really time? 

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