not yet done ~

tornadoday

when I’ve forgotten
help me learn –
let my hands grow wise again
let these feet
recall the path
where love began

let my tongue
be resurrected by a name
I know by heart
let my touch
seek recollection
in your arms

when I’ve forgotten
let me love you
like the first
the last
the one
let me learn anew
the story –
not yet done

. . .

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