My Story of A.
Do you Remember?.
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Do you Remember?.
Do you remember how we gathered every Halloween?.
How you used to call it and me Day of the Dead?.
Do you Remember every time you showed up on that day to ask me: No I am dead?.
No I am not Dead.
No, I am dead.
Not I am Dead.
It was your test, to know it was me...
You showed up as younger, I showed up as older.
I showed up as younger just to catch up.
Just to tell you a poem of people long gone.
Not anyone famous but merely my own.
Merely my own as I was in our own.
As you were for me, more than my own.
My own, do you Remember?.
Waiting for you just to show up.
Every Halloween as you used to call.
For me as your answer every Day of the Dead.
Every Day of the Dead was between and for just you and me.
Just you and me was more than my own.
Me, do you Remember?.
Me, How could I forget.
How, could I?.
Just forget...
It was for just you and me.
Me, your decor, every Dead of the Dead.
How could I forget with both you and me?.
Do you Remember?.
How could I just forget?...
Forget you and me every Day of the Dead, was for me being Dead every Day of the Year.
For me to be Dead without you and me, every Day of the Year not just Every Day of the Dead.
I remembered, I remember, and for me every Day of the Year is like to be every Day without me because you are not here, as we were just you and me every Day of the Dead, without seeing in you, every piece of myself.
Will you forgive me for being alive every Day I am not Dead?
For loving so much without you and me?
For looking in others what I found in just you?
For seeking each other when you came no more every Day of the Year?
Was I a coward for not sticking too long?
Do you Remember?
Will you forgive me?
Will you forgive me for behaving as staying alive when you and me was no more?
No more you and me was not certainly more...
Do you Remember?
Remember me when I am no more...
Day of the Dead was not for you and just me, it was just only for me.
Please remember just me when I am long gone...
Without you every Day of the Year was sad as it was Day of Dead without you and just me.
Just me was not to be more every Day of the Year Every Day of the Dead you did not show up.
Remember not just for me, for it won´t be long for sadly as be without you and me and maybe no more.
I loved you for all these years without you and me.
How could I not?, when it was more than just you and me.
It was for you only I take for me to be no more than just you and me...
Without you and me I take gladly to be just no more.
Could you all forgive me you loved me much more than my love had to give because I had no more?
Do I have forgiveness from you all when love as you gave me was more I could give?
For me it was more than I could forgive, you all forgive me because I had no more.
No more I could give since you gave me much more...
Federico.
*I do not authorize psychological nor psychiatric formulations, interpretations nor diagnosis, etc.