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I forgot to remember

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the drive that brought me here,

your face and the windows you leave ajar,

the way you hold a hand to my furrowed brow.

I forgot the feel of your lean body

curled against mine, to take the garbage out and

rake the stench from our yard.

  I forgot I am not only one, but more because of you

and our own. I was a dead bud

that with your unwavering love

discovered how to feed, remember

and finally, unfold.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “In Between Hangovers”, January 2017 

I Forgot To Remember by Allison Grayhurst

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

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