I forgot
what it means
to want, to
feel the burning
desire of a
quickened and
slowed
heart
beat.
I forget
how to pray
at least
once a day
but tend
to find it in
warm
sun
rays.
I am forgetting
the sound
of your voice
with each
minute I do not
call, with
each question
that
goes
unanswered.
I will forget
those questions
before I
call you next,
they will
melt into forever
with
me
wondering.
I have forgotten
how to
forgive, but
I am
beginning to remember
what it feels
like to
want
to
forgive.
(C) JS 2023