You have faded from my eyes

Like a pale forgetment,

And have slipped effortlessly

Beneath my dreamlit moonskin —

A membrane

Through which I am never permitted to puncture

And draw vivid blood to sup up.

Once you find yourself there,

I will only remember you in evanescent moments of wakeful reverie

That will make me believe,

Somehow,

That you were only ever a single-cycle nightdream.

You retreated like a spent wave,

Your little curls of foam dispersing in the ocean brine,

Little curls of you dissolving in my heartsea’s blue-grey forgetting,

Only to be remembered once again

In my never-remembered dreams.

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❤👽

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*** What is a “forgetment”, Sweet Cheeks? Making up words again, are we? ***

*** A “forgetment” is precisely what it sounds like. A “forgetment” is a wiping out, an extinguishing of remembered things I would be better off forgetting completely. We have all had moments and people like that, haven’t we? ***