How can you claim to remember,
While appearing to forget...?
How can you cut so deep where
there belies remorse or regret?
Programmed only to remember the
things you seem to forget...
Games of the weak and fearful,
After eyes have met.
There are times to remember;
There are times we misplace.
Times for memory to fill in a
desolate space...An utter grace.
When we have to face those times
Of longing to erase...
Even a trace of the memory.
When you need someone to remember,
It's so hard to feel them slipping.
Hard to imagine even the threat....
So,tell me,what should we remember;
Why should we forget...
How we got here?