Let Me Not Forget

How is it that words have the ability to break a person? Or that reading about the past could still make one cry? Why is it that when everything seems alright and things are moving on fine, the world simply has to be overturned once again, transporting one back to those dark painful days?

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
—let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
—let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

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