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