Sometimes I forget how hard it is to forget. To let my mind be the grave that buries even beautiful memories. I forgot to write our obituary, even as I mourn, borrowing pictures from yesterday’s time to create illusions that we never died. My mind believing but my heart denying that we too have become like the war heroes of old, existant only in stories told. Let not time unfold, as history fades away bearing no relevance in today. My heart beating like a stuttering tongue, as all that we once were embraces obscurity. Remind me to to forget, as my tears like a heavyRead More →