THAT’S HOW IT IS SOMETIMES

If I forget something

and forget that I forgot it

that is perhaps not as bad as

forgetting and then remembering?

 

If I forget and then remember

that likely will trouble me more

than forgetting what I forgot.

 

Sometimes I pretend I don’t forget

like when I meet some folks

and they  treat me as a friend

and I wonder who they are.

 

They may suspect that I don’t get it

but are kindly, as I am

to those who forget me

even though we’ve met.

 

Sometimes we’ve both forgotten

names and faces

but offer traces of acknowledgement

rather than ignore.

 

That’s how it is sometimes

and I don’t mind.

 

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