Poetry on Sunday: If
If I could forget Just one sliver of time
A fragment of space
A token of thought for the taken
Then it would be you
You as a memory I cannot have had
Yet I do
If I should regret
Just one action of fate
A moment of hate
A token of thought for the taken
It is that
Memory silent
As real as a stone
Is that you?
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Linda, AKA TAGG herself, loves great music and terrible movies. Find her being geeky on Twitter @africangeekgirl
