Moments When

I want to forget about you

when I stroll down the street

she parts her hair with her left hand

the way you did

the way we laughed

she chuckled

sounded like you again

I want to forget about you

yet every time I see a bicycle

I want to watch you ride in front of me

the way we did

the way you laughed

when I tried to catch up to you.

I want to forget about you

when the sunset reminds me of evenings

and morning bird song …

I don’t want to forget about you.