Sometimes when I think about the things that make me happy,
her voice rewinds in my head over and over.

I cannot remember her,
but in the summer mornings I would play with her for hours on end
in her house
in the garden
in my dreams.

I cannot remember her,
but I remember the feeling when she moved away,
tears rolling down my face.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever see her again, I miss you.

I’m sorry I forgot your name.