Forgetting You Again

It should come easier and quicker since repeated so many times. Tuck the memories back into the crevices, fold up poems written, letters penned and never sent. Take out my present life and look hard in the mirror. Touch the memories and find some are more yellowed and brittle than the paper that holds their story. Come fully into reality and live with gratitude and love forgetting what I’ve made into a fairy tale.

I will, I promise, but, just for now …

Walk down the lane with me one more time, hold my hand and lead me into the day so perfect there is no temperature to notice and even the sky can not compete with your eyes. Stay with me in the moment, so fragile the sound of a dragonfly’s wing could shatter, but so strong it is still here after uncountable other memories have crowded in, vying for their own place in my heart. Share with me, as only you can, the flood of emotion that drew us along into a fabricated wonderland of timeless bliss that required nothing of us but just to be present.

I knew then I could love you forever but there wasn’t time to measure what forever really meant. I knew I could lie in your arms never needing to leave, always feeling your breath on my neck and your lips on my shoulders. My hands trailed through your hair holding your head in my grasp as I brought life to your body with slow lingering kisses wherever my lips carried me.

Passion? The word does little justice. Why not say there are many grains of sand on the beach and the ocean is deep? Yes, we had passion for each other. It would spark and arc across a room full of people like lightening striking in a sudden summer storm.

Need? I know the only time I felt fully alive was when we were there, in our world. I know from the smile that would creep across your face and into your eyes when you saw me and from your laughter that came up deep from a place, almost dried up, that you felt it too. Yes, we needed each other.

Love? Now that is subjective I suppose to the time and circumstance. It felt like love though it never had to stand the test of time. It warmed like love but was not challenged by cold reality, not then anyway, not when we were in our haven of us.

So, I must get about the business of forgetting you again. Do you forget me too, as often ... or did you do it once and then it was finished, mixed with other memories and other times of pleasure that floated away from you, simply a passing cloud in a brilliant sky?

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Minnetonka Twin 5 years ago from Minnesota

Your words are so powerfully emotional. I feel like I walk this difficult journey with you. Hold on to the good memories and let go of the rest. Time does heal but it hurts so much. I know, I've been there. God Bless you:)


ralwus 5 years ago

a passing cloud . . . ,so fragile the sound of a dragonfly’s wing could shatter, wonderful lines PG. Good stuff and so real I felt it.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

@Minnetonka Twin, I'm sorry you have had to feel this too, but proud I could write something you could relate to.

@Charlie - but I can;t make you cry yet, like you do me...lol Many thanks for taking the time to read and praise from you I tuck away in my "YES!!! I did it!!! box. Means a lot coming from you.


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SheZoe 5 years ago from Idaho, USA

this is so poignantly written


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

"It would spark and arc across a room full of people like lightening striking in a sudden summer storm." So very expresive and so very true. Some people don't believe this exists -- but it certainly does. Superb hub, pooh!


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stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

Very beautifully written. God Bless You Dear Heart.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

@ SheZoe - Welcome to Hub Pages and thank you so very much for stopping by to read and for your lovely comment. I absolutely love your "Directions", it something you read and wish for all the world you had written!

@ Genna - I bask in your compliment ... lol I know this is true. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, there is no denying it.

@ stars - aw, thank you my dear friend. I have to write some very happy and upbeat now to celebrate your good news from the doctor!!!!


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crystolite 5 years ago from Houston TX

Nice poem,thanks for writing.


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PegCole17 5 years ago from Dallas, Texas

This was stunning in its depth and imagery. I relived the days of lost love with you. Great poem.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

@crystolite - thanks! Appreciate it!

@Peg - What encouraging comments, I so appreciate the feedback!


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epigramman 5 years ago

..well you write with the passion and intellect of a professor of love and life ...and that was quite a profound and sincere comment that you just left me on The Saddest chorus in the world ...... I am so glad that we have met ......


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

As am I, epigramman. A professor of love and life, I really like that, may I use it? The comment on The Saddest Chorus is quite true. But equally true is this, a haunting memory that I have turned into much more than it ever was or could be and it comes around now and then to remind me of another type of what I had believed was love a long time ago.

Thank you so much for reading my hubs, I am honored by your visit.


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LaurieDawn 5 years ago

The memories of long ago, that we pull out when we need them, we use them like a comfort, and a peace in a time that is gone. But bringing them into the present, when we ask ourselves, where did they go. Where did it all go. Perhaps this is our answer to life, what we have lived, what has went before us.

*hugs*

Beautiful Sweet Lady.

Laurie


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

Thank you Laurie, you always brighten my pages ;)


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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Very nicely done. I miss a love. But I know she's better off. I wish I was. God bless you!


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

In my case, I am better off, but I can't seem to forget either. Probably more the time and feelings than the actual man, I suppose. Or so I try to tell myself.


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

I find where the heart and ink entwine, there you will find magnificent beauty. Your words reveal them.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

I am surrounded by so much beauty now, my husband, grandchildren, all of you folks here. I only yearned for a time, not the person. It was a time that was robbed from me when it should have taken place and so visiting there at the age I did made it seem even sweeter and more magical than it was, I'm sure.


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raghavrathi 5 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

Beautiful!!!

I could completely relate with it.....

cheers,

Raghav.


Lady_Tenaz 5 years ago

Such powerful words filled with deep emotions. I can recall feeling that way at a time in my past......that magical time where time stands still and it seems that life doesn't exist outside the realm of two people locked together in love. Beautiful....

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