I read letters of old discontent
stories of wounds inflicted earnestly
I establish trends, minutes of want
before and after love return to haunt
me, then you, then us, then them.
I do it to remember lessons I forget
I live this hour, the next one might not come.
And if it will, I will be better for it,
I will retain again what needs to be forgotten for a while
I smile at nothing, out of the blue, out of me,
content to leave you be. Odd!
I do remember wanting you forever
now I can't remember why.