the easiest thing in the world is
to remember
but not the good things
those fleeting moments of happiness
they race away from your mind's gentle grasp
as though the very idea of you recalling them
were a worse punishment than death
but the bad things
that's another story
for instance
a year ago i told my mother i had anxiety
i remember her sigh
her disappointment
the look of anguish on her face
as she told me that no
i don't have anxiety
i'm just hormonal
i remember being crushed
because this was just one more thing i'd have to go alone
the easiest thing is to remember
and i'm still learning to forget