my mom shows me this obituary

asks me if i remember him

he's vaguely related to me

she says we were at his farm

three years ago; and how he was

really nice and took us out

to see this really big apple

tree he had and i can't

remember him or the farm at all

wish i did

i remember you

i'm remembering

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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