Forget, a poem

Forget

I have found it easy to forget,
to lose you in the shadows, gathering
at the edges of my life. I might
have loved you, or no more than wished I did.
   Wished I could.
Our picture is too dark with time now. Other
shadows have been cast across what was
and what was not and I know neither can
be trusted. I’ve found it is easier
   to forget.

Stephen Brooke ©2023