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,

just yet,

any way, I was remembering that time you told me

to remember when it was we first fell in love.