My mind is a labyrinth of forgotten memories,
A garden overgrown with the weeds of neglect.
I stumble upon fragments of the past,
But they slip through my fingers like sand.
I am haunted by the echoes of forgotten faces,
Their names like whispers on the edge of my thoughts.
I try to grasp them, to bring them into the light,
But they slip away, elusive and intangible.
My heart aches for the things I have lost,
The moments that have slipped through the cracks.
I long to hold them close, to keep them safe,
But they are gone, lost to the depths of forgetfulness.
Yet in the midst of this muddle, I find solace,
For forgetfulness is a gift as well as a curse.
It allows me to let go of pain and sorrow,
To move forward and embrace the present.
So I will embrace forgetfulness as a part of me,
A bittersweet symphony of lost and found.
I will cherish the moments I can recall,
And release the ones that slip through the cracks. (\"Forgetfulness\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.