Wednesday, September 12, 2007

I don't remember (poem)

I don't remember lots of things. Sometimes its easier to forget. All the pain, suffering, deep regret. I can hear Edith Piaf warbling in my ear that deep husky tone. I hear non, je ne regrette and think that she is full of it. We all have regrets. They creep up on us in the dark when we are vulnerable, alone. I don't remember what it is to be young. I do not remember what it is to have warm sunlight on my face and the possibility of endless days stretched out before me. Endless possibilities and endless chances. Problems solved by rock paper scisssors, outcomes that I don't remember. I don't remember first awkward kisses. I don't remember transitions and changes. I don't remember so I can forget.

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