I Forget
The worth of a simple word spoken or implied
the meaning of a seemingly casual gesture
the value of uncompelled gratittude,
These I forget yet they texture life.
The sweet scent of a stranger
the flowing hair of a passerby
the lingering smile on a colleague.
These too I forget, the colours of life.
But I do remember,
the excruciating pains of life
the lingering shame of rejection
the throbbing of a heart break.
Yes these I remember, yet only outlines of life.
Copyright © Festus Mwiti | Year Posted 2006
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