When I leave a room, the life still goes on,

But in my mind, I am somewhere new.

Those people and their problems are gone.

I have assumed a different point of view.

Banished. Exiled. Forgotten.

I have pressed the re-set button,

So, I can focus on the here and now.

Out of sight is out of mind,

An attitude that is rather unkind…

 

I have left jobs, towns, relationships

In a similar wanton, cavalier vein.

My memory cannot process duplicates

I can barely even remember their names.

I protect myself with forgetfulness

And consider this an endearing trait

But it’s really a subterfuge to cover up mess…

 

Is that the time? It’s getting late!

And what was your name again?

Oh, forget it! Save your breath!

I’ve drowned you in the River of Lethe…