The slip that whips and tortures my mind

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Dear Nsohnwi,

Somehow I refused to believe that a day will ever come,

When a FuhNiba triggered amnesia rocks your mind so hard,

Because I screwed up,

Out of human frailty,

Not out of any malicious scheme to harm,

Not out of any Machiavellian concoction to hurt,

But only because I slipped,

Terrible slip but a slip all the same,

Like everyone invariably sometimes does,

Even though you held my hand I still managed to fall,

From my fallen state I heard you call.

Because I screwed up big time,

Fine memories of a beautiful past are suddenly obliterated,

As if they never ever happened or existed,

Leaving a vacuum of time and past experiences,
Work and toil of countless years rubbished thanks to a careless smear,

A whole armor is flung to an age of memory lapses by aching pain,

When mending could make it whole again,

While I am immeasurably sorry and share your pain,

I wish you wouldn’t forget so soon,

I prayed you’ll give second and third and fourth chances a chance,

I am held hostage by the nostalgic sting of everything we shared,

Confused by the memories of everything we dared,

Unable to understand why we cannot try to fix this,

I know you have been hurt, and wounded and devastated,

But I am here to try to make it right again,

This slip that tortures and whips my mind,

I take full responsibility so give me a chance to set us back on course.

Repentantly,

With a love that even this terrible slip could not diminish,

FuhNiba

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