Remind me when you took me to the pound.
I persisted to follow you
And we went down the hill and through some trees
It was a hot and humid day
The heavy foliage covered the sun but not the intense heat.
The sweat dripped from our faces and our muscles seemed to give up at anytime.
We could hear insects singing what you said to be “beautiful cries of elegy”
You insisted for me to keep my mouth shut
And four years later I still keep the secret.
You always needed sometime to be alone.
We reached to the place
The small pound leaded into an even smaller waterfall
How can that be?
We sat on the least mud covered spot and you stared quiet at the sky covered by the leaves as we heard the sound of the water falling its way.
“When it’s all over, will you remember me?” You asked.
I didn’t know exactly what you meant at that time
“Yes” I said anyway. You stared at me; your expression was blank and lifeless.
“So please, forget me.”
It kills me everyday.
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