[Repost] Epistle

A poem asks a favor of your memory.

Hi,

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Dear Reader,

In an hour I’ll be half remembered;
three-fourths forgotten by week’s end.
Your brain may find me then
as a fondly remembered friend.
If so, I hope you’ll reread me,
reminiscing. For we all hope to be
remembered fondly.

If instead it’s been years and some semblance remains,
some residual stain inked faintly on your brain,
You may realize I was lost
after finding me again; 
And then,
if I am a fondly remembered friend,
consider reaching out to another
and reminiscing with them.