Nothing. Not even one.
No memory did he have of her.
But she knew it wasn’t a game.
how was she to begin understanding it
That the only man she’d loved
And was strong enough to love her back
Didn’t remember a thing about her
Or the tinniest bit of life they shared.
Gone as though twas written in the wind
Swept away by the ocean waters from the shore
Life. Twas a mystery
And this time a so painful one
They were too young for this.