Forgetting

Dream-traveler at deviantart.com

Sometimes
I forget to pay a bill
or drive the speed limit.

Sometimes
I can’t remember
what I ate for dinner
or to mail off
that belated birthday card.

I forget to call parents
or remind students
about failing grades.

I rarely remember
to text back
or send important emails.

I forget,
daily.

But I can’t forget
the sound of your laughter
or the feel of your hair in my fingers,
your lips on my skin.

I remember your bedroom,
every picture on the walls,
and the way you organize your closet,
my letters on the top shelf.

These things I remember
like last minute’s moments,
like the song playing on the radio.

I can’t remember
my daily life
but I can never seem to forget
the time in Florida.

~Patience

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