I want to be forgotten,
Like the sun during the night
I want to be forgotten,
Like the history buried in past

I want to be forgotten,
Like the people who were once known
I want to be forgotten
Like the happy memories, we always had

I want to be forgotten,
Like what you did to me

Always remember to forget me

Even now,

The lone pine
Stretched its dry roots
And gentle,
embraces
the lime
Of rock,

This sky gives me no comfort,
A fallow plain
Empty of rain
Rolling winds across
the Firmament

And the needles whimper
In the autumn breeze
As a field of clouds churns
In the mountains
At the horizon

The day is lost here--
Where time comes and goes with
No witness,
For the ancient sea
Is but talc and bone

And in the distance,
The glimmer of a car window
Reflecting the sun.