In Time. *






In time, this will be forgotten

in time, the letters will remain unwritten,
as though severed from memory;
an ember thought, but not given flame.

it was unexpected, but not sudden,
anticipated, but not really something to look forward to

like the coming of twilight -- you look for the moment
when day turns to night, never seeing till it's there
rolling over you, heady, yet soft, a light touch
marred only by the blinking lights at my sight's edge,
reminding me of the day's work at end
and of the importance of forgetting.

and only in time, forgetting becomes real
and change -- foe or fiend,
but all too reckless and demanding,
will hold sway.

because all it is, is memory
of talking, laughing, enjoying company

and in trying to forget, you've come alive
everything is cast in an amber light,
and suddenly giving more meaning

to the talking
laughing
enjoying your company.

but in time, you'll see
the letters won't be written,
the thoughts dispelled
the memories tucked away
so that i would forget

and fall in love all over again.




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