The Improbability of Forgetting

You can keep folding the memories in half but there will always be a segment that remains

Like a single tainted synapse 

An infection that lives inside you

But only exposes its self once a year

No matter how many times you try to burn it 

The ashes always float along side

The new moments 

 It happens slowly

In small detached segments

You want to tell your new lover a story

But its a memory with an old flame

So you replace the details

Don't say you picked them up every time they fell

Trying to teach them how to skate again

Say it was a friend

Don't say their name

Say it was fun

Maybe they should come with you next time

Then suddenly 

Every story, memory or random fact 

Is shrouded in their name

Happened with them

They told you

They helped you learn

Like the memories could no longer stay folded down

They have become your comfort when you question

Am I able

Build a fort from the pillows

And get lost inside

Try to forget the numbers of times

They said 'like' when they were mad

Or 'so' when they told a story

Forget the number of sighs before sleep

Forget the rhythm of their heart beat

Try to get lost so deep in thought

That these trivial details no longer matter

So you keep folding your memories down

Maybe one day they will be small enough

To fit into the coffin you built for them on September 1st

Burry them in inconsistencies

Along side your broken dreams