Of All The Stories I've Written, I Share With You, Stranger, These Few

Unforgettable, Forgetting

I am the forgetting.
I am the blame,
that which others fall on in times of stress.
I am hated,
I am the cursed upon.
I eat dates
and people
and times.
I am the monster in everyone's brains.

I am the forgetting,
I am the relief as the memories
of that relationship you hated so much
finally slips from your mind.
I am the rush as you speed through traffic,
late to that dentist's appointment.
I am the argument when you tell your parents
you forgot about last night's algebra homework

I am the unforgettable.
I am the praise,
that which is gifted golden star stickers.
I am loved,
I am the envied.
I preserve dates
and people
and times.
I am the hero that wins in every story.

I am the unforgettable.
I am the waking nightmare as you lay in bed,
thinking about that fight you had with your friend.
I am the ease of mind
as you walk into class twenty minutes early.
I am the smile on your parents faces
as you show them that perfect report card.

We are human memory.
We are the hated.
We are the envied.
We are the loved.
We are the blame.
We are the unforgettable.
We are the forgetting.