what is it
to forget?

a distant dream
gone by
known by only
a whisp
an ache that pulls
its way back
keeps trying
but cannot stick

or is it
a wish to
know nothing
feel nothing
be nothing
so that the pressure
to be more
absolves

even though
it forgets
it remembers still

i remember

© r.e.l. 1/3/12

Posted for Poetry Picnic 1/8-1/14/12 on Gooseberry Garden