How does one forget a name
It starts with remembering
Thinking of every inked page,
and captured photograph,
This is where you begin
Take a flame,
One able to fit in your moist palm
And purge the soiled sheets
With the almighty eraser
Upon cooling fragments must be tossed
Ashes given wings in the wind
To where they go, it doesn’t matter
For they are only remnants of a dream once lived.
The comforting mother,
To rest her hands on your weary head
Letting her fingers move the minutes
Until moments in love are lost to tomorrow.
Then, you are free.
You will meet her on a day,
That is like all of the other days
But she will approach you,
Trying to provide answer
For questions, long-forgotten.