A man doesn’t have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.

~”A Man In His Life” by Yehuda Amichai

His memory fades. He thinks
she is a beauty. He knows
her from somewhere, he thinks.

But he cannot place her face.
He sees her gentility and grace
but not the familiarity of her face.

Deep inside his heart, he feels
the warmth of her fire. He knows
there is a reason he feels

this tingle. There is not
a single day where he remembers
her name. He is not

remembering. He is not
sure. She is purely devoted
emotive and vocal. He is not.

But, he smiles at her.
He is not sure why,
but he smiles at her.

She does not mistake it
for recognition. She knows
that he comes and goes. Take it

for what it is. His memory
fades. Some days it seems
she dreams his memory

does not, but she knows
he had loved her in his day.
He does not say, but she knows.


(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

POETIC ASIDES / Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #325: FORGET__________


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