Forget me now

Leave me behind

Tear apart my soul

When your end draws nigh

And you feel unwhole

You will remember me

Remember somber overtones

of dissipated life

as the blackened skies fill

with obsidian throngs

of swallows chasing infinity.

Ashen colors

of dissolute truth

perish in unbending light.

Never forget

the death of daylight

in the flickering loss

of dark streets

left empty.

It is easy to forget

4am milkshakes.

it is easy to forget

free falls towards

a play doh ball

of sunset blues and

cotton candy clouds

where an airplane has

no seats and

no doors

Because the passengers

make their own

choices

about how they want to

fly

Until the parachute is

pu

ll

ed

and

reality surges the

electric bubble gum

underneath their

shoes

As they land with a

Thump

on the concrete ground

of a mercurial world

where

they must remember that

actions paint the

canvas of human life

and

emotions

are the pencil etchings underneath

that tend to get

e r a s e d

along with the happy memories

that get tainted

by

rainy days

and soggy tents

housing two wide-eyed teenagers

just now learning that

nothing is

complete

and

a person is not

like an etch-a-sketch

that can forget

the smudged drawings that

crafted her as a work of

Art

and a Work

In Progress

because she

takes one step

and the other

is already beginning

and time

is a metered constant

of a not-so-constant life

that she’s not likely to

Forget

Would it be so cruel and selfish of me to wish that you won't recover from this?

Would it be too much to ask you to remember all the time I spent with you?

Would you even remember that it was I who stayed when everyone left?

I don't know about you 

One thing is for sure the times spent with you would be hard to forget.  

You must remember the time we drove 

to the mountains inshore from Malibu and

saw the coyote.

It is not something you can forget.

But we always did remember different things

     in different ways.

Why, just the other day, I was thinking how

the first time I met you, I was high, 

sitting against the wall of a stranger's apartment, 

     a stranger who turned out to be your brother,

and you sat beside me and we talked

through the comedown. 

But you always say that was later, that's not

     how

     we

     met;

instead, it was at the warehouse, under the lights

and the camera. No, I would have remembered that.

Forgetting is secretly a blessing; most people

struggle and fight against forgetting, as if 

every

     little

       thing

is worth holding onto. Remembering isn't so

great, either, I grant you. But to forget is to

do yourself a favor. 

I chose to forget that coyote had a small child's shoe 

in its mouth as it darted across the road, but I couldn't.

You saw childish things everywhere: a shopping cart

reminded you of a stroller, a napkin was a bib.

I still remember the name we picked out, I cannot allow

myself to forget that. What is the use

of forgetting something like that?

Nothing is easy, nothing is hard.

Remembering to forget takes will, takes memory.

Forgetting to remember, now that is the trick. 

Forget my face, it's not important

Neither is this fleshly frame

Forget my rough and clumsy fingers

Lose my image, lose my name

Forget the roughness of my stubble

And the colour of my eyes

Forget the way I never fit

The space my body occupies

Forget the way I always stumble

Gawky as a fresh spring calf

Forget my voice, each halting mumble

Off-key song and braying laugh

Forget the way my clothes don't fit me

And my always cowlicked hair

Forget whatever private things

Might hide beneath my underwear

Forget the times I know you've wondered

Whether I am even real

I only ask that you remember

Everything I made you feel

Forget whatever I might say

About how much I love you

You know that what I feel today

Is something bold and true

If ever you looked into my heart

To see that burning ember

I confess to forever loving you

Is something I hope you'll remember

(c) BAM

You said that you'd remember and come for me,

And for the first few months, I had hope.

But as they slipped away,

It was harder not to get angry and impatient

As I waited for you and you never came.

You said that you'd remember, and come for me,

And for the first year, I had some hope.

You were my sister--

Why would you desert me and break a promise?

I waited for you and you never came.

You said that you'd remember, and come for me,

And for the first decade, I had a little hope.

You'd never lied to me before,

So why should it be any different?

But after twenty years, I realized you'd forgotten.

I remember

daydreams

of summer;

sunshine

engulfing me,

transporting me

to a

world

where I

could

contemplate

myself,

a place

I could

not forget

Remember those words I wrote?

They burned from my fingers onto the keyboard

When I sent them, 

The "enter" key like a burning-hot grill. 

I didn't sleep at all that night, 

Only to find you'd read my words, and not replied. 

Said they made you uncomfortable. 

And now, it's been a while, hasn't it?

You think if you won't bring it up, it never happened.

You're too cold for the burning words I painstakingly typed

That scalding hot confession

I remember it all too well, 

So forget you.