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like an elephant, I never forget
by Nanette Bellmanmy memory sets things in stone,
and I'm not talking about "my way or the highway".
I'm talking numbers, as long as they're not phone
and names, that should be left alone
and the October smells of crisping leaves
oh, don't forget the sound of tracks trains travel.
because all the things that should matter
like broken promises
meaningless "I love you's"
and little white lies
(which there's no such thing as anyway)
don't cut as deep as they should.
insignificant details,
the ones unseen by the untrained eye
unheard by the human ear,
like your so called "infertility"
are the salt on my wounds.
this minor remembrance monopolizes
feeding and adding and growing
into that night
(you thought I'd forget
because you know you've forgotten)
about making teenage boy's dreams come true
in pitch black movie theaters.
well I never forget
and that could be the death of me
because my memory sets your "I forgot's"
and "I don't remember's" in stone. 11/16/2007 Posted on 11/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Garner on 11/16/07 at 04:07 PM nice. I love the blessing/curse of this. I identify very well. Last two stanzas are very dark and well-written. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/16/07 at 05:21 PM Hmmm...compelling read nicely foundationed in real life experiences. The title is what drew me in for my own philosophy is "I can forgive, but I never forget." :o) |
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