Forgetting someone is slow
Like dirt being washed off you
As you bath in a river and
It all flows downstream
You forget their voice
And the way their mouth moves as they speak
You forget the way they walk
And how fast they could run while you tried to keep up
You forget the music they like
And how beautifully they could sing
You forget the way they smile
And how great a feeling it was to make them laugh
You forget the way they held you
And how it felt to hold their hand
You forget what it was like to have someone
Who could do anything for you
You forget what it was like to love
And to be loved
You forget them slowly
Until you're all clean
Mon 6th Mar 2023 20:00
But sometimes a person, relationship or loving circumstance is impossible to forget, for good or ill; unless, maybe, it is a mutual forgetting.
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you."
― Pablo Neruda,
Fri 3rd Feb 2023 18:11
Thanks Stephen, Hélène, and Graham! I am aware that the dirt analogy is a bit sideways to compare to forgetting someone. However, I was thinking of a particular person in my life whom I loved dearly, but it made me a better person by losing them. If that makes any sense?
Fri 3rd Feb 2023 16:22
A fascinating, slightly sideways look at letting go.
Fri 3rd Feb 2023 14:59
Beautiful expression of letting go. Like Graham, love the bathing/cleansing imagery.
Fri 3rd Feb 2023 14:23
I really liked this poem and the description of gradually 'cleansing' oneself after loss is indeed very profound, albeit the 'dirt' analogy I feel is at odds with the real sentiments in the piece. Good work!
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