Forgetness

What I don’t remember are the moments people say I must have had with you.

I remember things about you now that the pain of neglect has subsided.

I remember thinking Love but not feeling it.

And when you hurt me. I could just blame myself.

I remember the chill I’d feel when you would leave a room.

Feeling unheard and alone, I knew you were right, I was too sensitive.

And the years passed. Trying to escape myself from this cold chill of loneliness in everything I would do.
Until one day, you were no longer here.
So I forgot.

Forgot the tension. Forgot the hurt. Forgot all the things you reminded me I shouldn’t like about myself.

Now all I remember are the moments of strength and courage. And I am free.