Forgetfulness Stories

Swiveling to and fro, I pondered over my desk. Paper covered every inch that the wood finish could not be seen. The elegant pose of the pen in hand, lightly pressed to the thin white sheet , blank and ready for inspiration. I wrote rapidly, each stroke made with a clear choice, even though my O's were a little too big and my S's often turned into 8's.I picked up the page, read it over a few times, before crumpling it up a...

It's so nice of you You don't  Remember me. Forgetfulness is never  Ever a crime.  Memories not taken care of Mutate into forgetfulness. All the lone stretches  We walked together Have been deserted By so many others. So many like ourselves Did remember to forget. Perhaps you don't remember The cut-mark  Just above my left brow,  Just as I don't remember  The colors of your nails When we last met. Memories not taken care...