Forget You
Things I Forgot: Part 4
there are times
when i forget you
and it’s like
you were never there
not your face
not your smile
not that snuffle
when you slept
not your chin
not your eyes
not your shoulders
when you wept
there are times
when i wish i could forget you
and it’s like it’s still that yesterday
and you’re still gone
forget your laughter
forget your tears
every single one of those
candle lit whispered fears
forget the way
(whispered) you felt
forget the way
(whispered) you made me feel
forget the way you smelt
forget it like it wasn’t real
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Comments (4)
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This was so heartbreaking. Loved your poem!
So poignant and powerful. My heart ached reading this.
Ah that forgetting that lingers no matter what you do. Yet, should we forget or just lock it away for future reference. Nostalgia in every emotion. Well said.