iForget 🍂

draw me in lines invisible,

in memory, in mind so frail,

losing timelines, faces, figures

and even, dates.

wasting the important things,

the kind reckoned to forever count.

this, poignance for my new found nuance becoming a dilemma. draining out the shelves with records of books i once read, such as which,

i've lost count of. troubled,

terrified of losing me¿

i don’t know,

guess i reckon little

for the much i forget.

Yours truly,

Shirlin