I’m not ready to forget,
haven’t any wish to pretend that doesn’t exist
that part of me that keeps me awake,
wondering just why it is I cannot go forward
without having to retrace my steps.
with every victory,
that silly cloud in the sky that seemed so significant
when today nothing exists but the blues,
what is it I seem to try to seek,
it certainly hasn’t reached that point of wanting to forget
or at the very least,
I haven’t been reminded to remember,
any way, I was remembering that time you told me
to remember when it was we first fell in love.