Poem: Memory

There’s a shadow in your life
That haunts you with haltering hops,
And brushes its fingers against your mind:
It’s all the things that you forgot.

Leaves you with a vague sense of unease
When it pulls out vacant thoughts.
‘Cause one day you’ll stumble on an empty space
That was something you forgot.

And it’s not enough to panic you – yet.
But always there will be,
The sense that you left something behind
Undone, untold, unseen.

It’s like when the stars come out at night.
The darker it is, the more you see.
But always at the edge of your sight
Are all the stars too dim to be seen.

As you glide through your life,
Remember, the shadow is not:
That you cannot remember what you forget,
But rather, you remember what you forgot.