I don’t want to forget, <br />But I’m not ready to remember yet, <br />What we had, or what went on; <br />It just reminds me you’re gone. <br /> <br />Remember what we had, <br />Remember what we lost, <br />Remember what we said, <br />Remember what it cost. <br /> <br />A friendship of ours, <br />A friendship so strong, <br />A friendship of years, <br />A friendship gone wrong. <br /> <br />It can’t happen again, <br />It can’t be repeated. <br />What then, <br />If things get heated? <br /> <br />Give me a while, <br />To find my feet. <br />Don’t give me that smile, <br />Or I’ll want a repeat. <br /> <br />Let us retreat, <br />To our friendship of old, <br />Before that week, <br />That week of gold. <br /> <br />So things are normal, <br />Just like before. <br />But now they’re so formal, <br />It’s such a bore. <br /> <br />Sometimes I want to go back, <br />To what we had, <br />To give it a crack, <br />Before I go mad. <br /> <br />I don’t want to forget, <br />But I’m not ready to remember yet, <br />What we begun, <br />Or what we could have done.<br /><br />Lenny ChantWasol<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgetting-things/
