but not really you think
you remember but as you
reach back you find nothing
but vagaries and fog but you
say things like you would remember
if there was something to remember
but you don’t remember because you
can’t but you think you should remember
every detail but they are gone folded beneath
everyday rubbish and daily detritus so common they
weigh down and blur memories into fond
nothingness but that murk filled hole astonishes you
and you wonder even though you vowed to remember
all you do not and you can not but you dare not let
on lest they pat your hand and kiss the top of your
head because they too know you don’t remember
because you can’t and you decide you
don’t want to remember
©kcasady2017
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