Forgetting

I am forgetting,
honey –
for your face is fading into nothingness
and my memory of you
is drifting too far from me.

I had promised,
to never forget you
and I clung too long to our broken love
trying to remember
more than just the pain that sleeps within us.

I am forgetting
the scent of your skin
that reminded me so much of home,
and kept me remembering
our love.

I am forgetting you,
honey.

I would call you,
to apologize
for breaking my promise,
but I can’t quite remember
your name.

Jehona Thaqi©

I forget

 Sometimes, I forget how to speak.

I forget the sound of my voice
and the clicking of my tongue;
I forget to breathe when I laugh 
and breath forgets me when I weep.

I forget that there are words to say
and I forget the words unsaid,
I forget the names of my friends,
and I forget that they have forgotten long ago.

I forget the things you have said
and I forget that you hate repeating yourself,
I forget that you loved me
and I forget that you forgot to tell me so.

Sometimes, I forget how to speak.

I have shed this skin of mine too often,
in order to forget the pain;
but I remember,
how difficult it is to forget.

Jehona Thaqi© [sunset in Zurich; Quai-bridge]