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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #479 - Lest we forget.

The other day I received a message and it got me thinking.... Sigh. And at times, thinking can be my greatest nemesis... However, in this situation I came to a definite realization that I was able to conceive and openly communicate.
It is essential to be honest to have self-actualization. We have to be able to be honest with our own happiness in order for others to respect it.... And thus creating a mutual sense of closure, new beginnings and appreciation... And so this entry was inspired.



I'm sorry I forgot you...
That was not my intent.

I envisioned you with laughter, smiles and love surrounding you.

I thought you had moved on.... Forgotten me.

But I wasn't angry,
I wasn't hurt.
I was just happy...
Thinking you were happy...
Surrounded by her warmth,
her embrace,
her love.

Was I wrong?
Was it not like that for awhile?
Did she not complete you?
Make you feel whole?

I'm sorry I forgot you....
That was not my intent...

You have always been in my thoughts... Sometimes close by...
But I admit,

This time...
I had you tucked far away...

So I'm with you...
Just not the way I was before.

Please be happy for me....
The way I was for you...
While you were in her arms,
Wrapped in her legs,
Surrounded by her laughter....
Feeling complete...
All the while,
Being forgotten...

-Y. Salmon

*Original imagining courtesy of @findac via @instagrafite. Instagram them!

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