to remember and to forget

you thought

it was a forever

kind of love,

that you would

do all the things

that people do

when they see

eternity

in the eyes

of that

someone

who makes them

feel

whole

though

they never

knew they were

incomplete

before;

no,

not until

after

do you recognize

the empty

hollow

space,

the excruciating

loss.

and so,

you write

to fill the void

dam the tears

dull the ache;

you write

to remember,

but especially,

to forget.