Forgotten

To stay forgotten

that is the test,

to not have memory

scratch,

the afternoon stubble of a morning shave

under a palm that wearily crosses the grain.

Or light,

floating before the closed eye.

Or handwriting,

calling with a voice and an accent and a tilt of the head

from a falling paper

in a book marked for reading.

To stay forgotten.

2 Responses to “Forgotten”

  1. Charles Says:

    Forgotten – As nobody knows when you’re lonely.

  2. redshoes Says:

    Not forgotten, just waiting to experience anew

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