forget

where do memories go when you forget?

do they fear being forgotten?

tiptoe around the word?

do they share the dread of numbness, of dark, of a void?

of colors and light and sounds and tastes all melting away into emptiness, nothingness?

where does a memory begin and how does it end?

i know how it ends.

i look at what’s left.

these aged hands, they aren’t mine.

this flaking flesh, i don’t belong in it.

this weathered body, it can’t be my own.

there’s one question posed as it is turning to dust

where do memories go when you forget?

where do you go,

when they forget?

Author Notes: this was super weird to tag- not v good but thoughts ?

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