forgetting is remembering-

Forgetting is an endeavor, 

continuous and unceasing;

The pictures of yesterday buried beneath 

and faded as time creeps across-

new stories written over, 

within which they lie unattended, 

Dormant-

Ever ready to break the surface 

at the slightest stimuli;

A glimpse of the countenance, 

an echo of that baritone, 

a shadow of the form, 

a wisp of that scent-

brings with it a sea of emotions

crashing onto the shore, 

against which we fight still, 

resisting to be swept away 

in the tidal wave, 

a choice to stay put;

No more returns or turn backs, 

resolute one stand 

keeping those floodgates intact;

maybe it should be so

for that swelling is in tune with your heart, 

and to lose them by giving in, 

to drown in them once again-

no matter how tempting, 

would mean death. 

Forgetting is Remembering.