Forgetting You

Forgetting You

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks

I do not recall when I first met you,
It escapes me now, and there is nothing I can do.
I do not remember the color of your shirt,
The texture of your tie,
Or when we first convert,
Hello to goodbye.

The more and more I don't recall,
I don't remember you at all.
I wish that maybe somehow I did,
I wish that from me my memories did not hid.

But alas my memories are gone,
And your absence has lasted so dearly long,
That I fear I will never remember again,
Perhaps some more memories to me you can lend?

© 2011 Amy D. Brooks


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I hope he did! Another nice poem. I especially liked the First verse

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Sounds like an all too familiar trail I have walked upon as well. Good job-Levi

Posted 10 Years Ago


i wish this were the case with me! well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I do not remember the color of your shirt,
The texture of your tie,
Or when we first convert,
Hello to goodbye.

last two lines are the best, Poetic and touching , I adore the ability to say so much with so little

Posted 11 Years Ago


Reminds me of a Michelle Branch balled, something that could be transformed into music and spoken word slow kind of tune.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Aww I love this! Despite some forced rhymes it's very nice!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on December 20, 2011
Last Updated on December 29, 2011
Tags: Love, loss, forgetting

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Amy D. Brooks
Amy D. Brooks

Portland, OR



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