The Last Sets Of Nadine J.

Paris we will not

and smelled forget your childhood , forget the

colors of the various seas that you saw
forget how you live day ,
forgotten corner of places, forget
nights eye to eye, forget the wave
you stroked foot rash,
forget strange words you learned a day, forget
laughs, dinners , blows in elbows with corners of doors,
Disaster, corridors of hospitals, schools , houses, toys ,
The first skirt you wore when you were a teenager , Travel
changed you, you happy smiles seconds.

forget how she moved her fingers over a wood white and black ,
forget names of people you know, thousands surname,
Kisses that were memorable for a few hours
Hugs that saved you from falling. Forget

songs,
forget that produces a slip of a finger on your neck ,
The flavor of the different salivas you've tried,
Cigars in the company, clouds, dates, Breakfast, coffee, movies, conversations ,
people forget , forget the age you have, forget love ,
Choruses, ring tones and melodies with the few people with which you had ...

And forget about you ...

Poem: Forgotten Stop Forgetting

Author: Gloria March

In: Journal Vulture 2008
Soundtrack: Storm by Lifehouse