Maybe

Pouring down,

drop after drop,

All these memories

reduced to fragments,

instances seconds moments,

And maybe there’s no harm in remembering.

Maybe I’m the true recluse,

Blissful as a loner.

Maybe I’m the only one who still remembers,

the only one holding on.

But maybe there’s no harm in remembering.

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