Forgetting

Forgetting

You will be singing to yourself

Here is a gorgeous poem written by my dearest Maeve. It's titled Forgetting

All alone on a distant beach

And realize slowly, as a feeling of emptiness comes about you

That you have forgotten something, something vital

And you will feel like you should have known this would happen

And you curse yourself and your mind, your voice shaky as you whisper

Wondering aloud to the world – a world you expect to ignore you

And when it does, which it will, when the stars continue to die

You shrug and pad back up the beach to your four car family

Your toaster ovens and bottles of beer

You have forgotten the song you had been singing before

You have forgotten the purpose of singing

And how to sing, at all.