Forgetting You

FORGETTING YOU Too much of you is everywhere, the hope of life, the wish, the dare, and part of many things I see resemble all you've been to me, though you are never there. I saw your smile again, today, and heard your laugh in childhood play, but looking for you is a sin you are somewhere I've never been, and it's so very far away. Reminders of you come and go in peoples faces I don't know, they all remind me some of you, in some sweet something they will do, or maybe just what they won't show. Forgetting you; another sin; I've loved you once, and shall again, I'll fall again, into your eyes, before I even realize, I've loved you since I don't know when. © Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet