Saturday, May 9, 2015

What We Don't Forget

We don't forget what we're made of, but we pretend to 
because we don't believe that what we're born with is good enough
And what we fail to learn as we grow old--and not up--is that we are nothing
                  but the accumulation of years of being the same person
                                                          waking up to different days
    over and over again
We don't forget how funny it felt to spend the first night out
without our parents in the room adjacent to ours
                                      and suddenly the night didn't feel as safe
                                                                    and we went to sleep with the lights on
                                because when it's dark
the strangest things lurk around
We don't forget how fun it is to stay young
where every and all love is possible
                                                   and to walk and tag a soundtrack along with you 
                                                                          that fits best your nature and reminds you
of how you met them
and how you'll kiss them
and how they'll kiss you
You don't forget them
never
You don't forget how you tried to be everything but who you are 
                                 and how you couldn't sleep because the lights were too bright
                                                        and the first time they left 
and the ache
       it wasn't the end of the world
but back then
when you lived those fears
You didn't know that
the thought would last
and 
by now you should have forgotten
but
you haven't
You won't