Sridipa Dandapat

Fragments of Forgotten Memory

As they say,
“If you don’t continue to remember someone for one month straight, you forget them”
Like a lost ship in a storm, I rush.
To the lighthouse, they give.
Like a fly newborn, I rush.
To the fire, they feed.
Like a drowning ship, I weigh.
Dreaming of the shore.
And end up with a pencil, ticking boxes.
A tick before my light goes off.
Making sure each day, I didn't remember you.
Last waltzing thought before I let the unconscious run through me.
I flip through old pages.
Twenty-nine days in a row.
And I tick once more to the box,
I don’t remember you anymore!

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