what do we forget, and why?
what is captured, held, preserved
and what is dropped like so much useless refuse?
i remember only the strength of your arms,
your long spine and your bare skin—
i cannot recall the fight, though
i know i'll never forget the strength of my hatred.
but what is emotion without
the grounding of experience or memory?
perhaps this is why
it is so easy to forget.
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