What was it you said,

You were the type I’d soon forget …

I should not have believed you

Some mornings I still reach for you

Before opening my eyes

I forget the reasons, but I loved you once,

Remember …


things and flesh © Buffalo Spoon Records


20 thoughts on “forget”

  1. Simple and sad. Reminds me of the opening pages of Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, Vol. 1: “Sometimes, too, as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, a woman would be born during my sleep… My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago; my cheek was still warm from her kiss, my body still ached beneath the weight of hers.”


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