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Being Forgetful

Caught in the act of forgetfulness
Our night starts at the setting sun
The movie, the dinner, the dancing
It’s right there at the tip of my tongue

The time spent together snuggling
On the porch swing with the yellow light
Talking about each other’s futures
Trying to remember with all of my might

The later the evening the cooler it gets
As the time nears closer to leaving
Here’s my name and number, may I have yours?
There I asked without being deceiving

© 2012 Michael Yost 2/27