FORGETTING

You tell me that you forget things.
Is it not good that you can remember
that you forget things?
Sometimes you remember
WHAT you forgot
and sometimes you only remember
THAT you forgot.
But there are times when
you forget that you forgot.
Perhaps that is worse
although less troubling
than messing around with
your dynamics of forgetting.

 

 

In time I will forget this poem
and surely you will, too.
I don’t expect
to be troubled by that
and I don’t expect
you to be either.

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