The Pain of Forgetting


Today I remembered fourteen things,
the square root of seven, how a Lark sings,
the sound rain makes on a Spring afternoon,
the lyrics to popular Broadway tunes,
but that, in itself, is no claim to fame,
for I can no longer remember your name.

Few things in life terrify more.
Nobody told me what was in store.
I look at your picture, your beautiful face
and I feel the shame, the awful disgrace
of losing myself along the way,
forgetting your name, unable to say
why I am here, why we're apart,
why this dagger of pain in my heart.
I am no longer the man you knew.
I am lost, my love; what shall I do?

We were never promised life's fair shake,
but always told it's our to take
if we have the courage and will to try.
Some days we'll laugh, some days cry,
but I never knew until today
that the pain of forgetting could be this way.
I simply can't remember you,
the joys and sorrows we've been through.

Today I remembered fourteen things
but why does the Robin no longer sing?
Why do I wake with a sense of fright,
alone and confused in the darkness of night?
Where the stars that used to shine?
Where the one forever mine?
Fourteen things, proven and true?
Do they matter at all if I don't know you?

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2022 07:15
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31


  • orchidee

    I forgot what I was trying to forget! Eh?! heehee.

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