Selective Memory

There is a way
to make us forget
Promises
Made with conviction
on a sleepless night
even those you meant
with both hands
against your chest
resuscitating

Perhaps it is the memory
of white clouds against a light blue sky
that you have seen before
Perhaps it is the dream
of a tune from Spandau Ballet
and slow dancing

But I suspect
it is what She planted
not so long ago,
A relentless
diligent
enduring
forgiving
and most forgetful
heart
which flowers
through the seasons
and remains
admirably
and tragically

Hopeful

And so that is how you forget
Promises
Made with conviction
on a sleepless night,
even those you meant
with both hands
against your chest

Resuscitating

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