Poem: I Left It Behind

I Left It Behind

I walked over to this seat,
just a few moments ago
I was over there,
but then I made a choice
to get myself here,
and I am certain 
I had a reason,
I am sure, before I arrived
I had a reason to come.
I hope it was not important.

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