Forgetting

Most of what makes the most sense in my mind I tend to forget. Yet I live and continue to breathe. And I can never seem to remember what I realized that was so important. But the leaves keep falling, the snow storming, the flowers blooming, and the breeze reprieving from the sun glaring. Still, I can never remember what made sense of things that one time in my mind. And life ends. But I still didn’t seem to remember. What was that thing most important of all. And if it was so important, why couldn’t I ever remember it again?