It wasn’t that hard, really.
A forget-me-not was forgotten
And you left that note on my bedside table.
Except that you couldn’t have left that note because I
Didn’t give you that flower.
Once, a tiger brushed across my heels
And I didn’t look, fearing I’d be paralyzed
by her cutting eyes. She reminded me of you;
except I never saw your eyes see mine, but if I did
I imagine they’d be right above me as you pounce
Me to the ground and press my shoulders down.
Our gazes would meet and I’d be paralyzed.
I journeyed around four corners and the sun
Never set once. I kept my pace like a quick-ticking
Clock, as if I were in a hurry to forget.
It’s like I was trying to outrun a breath that
follows me, calling for my feet to turn, just once.
But the edge ahead calls me to remember
What I’ve forgotten, the feelings that
Quake my hand as I reach for your back,
To ask why I was remembering,
Why I didn’t leave that flower,
Why I keep running away.
Perhaps, it was because
You didn’t leave that note.