Forget,
forgetting,
forgotten.
slim chance
in remembering
forever. each
day fades,
and with it
all of yesterday.
the sun stays the same.
the stars still,
seem cold.
and i am forgetting that
one day this
pain will be
gone and forgotten.
gone and forgotten
for each day I hurt--
slim chance there is,
that I will forget.
but one day,
I'll be gone
and forgotten.
and I won't
remember much,
then.