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The Second Question

I called her up
and she answered.

Hello I said again.

You said that
she said

What can I do for you
she asked

I can't remember
I said

She laughed
and said I was silly

Who calls someone
and then forgets
why they called in the first place?

Standing in a pool
of emotions
spreading out
on the floor
and not recognizing
my own life force

déjà vu

repeating a previous imprinting.

I called someone I trusted
about something that seemed important.

Funny that.

Anything you want to ask me, I asked?

Anything you want to ask me she asked?

If I could remember I would be remembering.

Wouldn't I?

She laughed.
I laughed.

I guess I forget.

The first day
I asked her was the day
of the accident.

When was this second time?

Who am I?

I don't know she said.

You must have
a wrong number.

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