Juliet Ligon Poet Rhyme

I Forgot About You, But I Don't Remember When

I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.

With all the thoughts inscribed to you, 
I once had to chase the pen.

My mind's now like an empty gas tank.
Oh, the roads we traveled... I can't get there.

The dedication page is blank,
because I can't remember what or where.

With all the adventures lived without you
and every brand new start,

with life otherwise filled, now I doubt you
ever existed in my heart.

Senility is what gets me through
each memory from beginning to end.

I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.

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Gary Radice July 11, 2021 at 2:28 AM Juliet, it was the title that caught my eye (brilliant, by the way) and I found myself being drawn in as the rhyme progressed. I found myself thinking that the writer may have split from her partner in the past and whether the sad onset of dementia actually stopped her remembering the bad times. ...and I think too much sometimes :) Cheers - Gary

Christuraj Alex July 10, 2021 at 2:46 AM Beautiful Work. Congratulations!

Quoth Theraven January 10, 2021 at 10:10 PM You remembered those moments still. Somewhere, some how. All that matters. -R

Eve Roper January 4, 2020 at 9:00 PM Congratulations on your win in Brian Strand’s contest. Hugs Eve Juliet Ligon January 4, 2020 at 9:27 PM Thanks, Eve. Poetic hugs.

Freddie Robinson Jr. November 16, 2019 at 10:08 AM GrEaT poem, Juliet!! Maybe I forgot my poetic manners, but I don't take this poem as serious as everyone else. It was a fun, irreverent thrill ride thru another person mind's-eye. I had blast reading this whimsical write. So cool-lio expressed. Love and peace forever. Juliet Ligon November 17, 2019 at 11:40 PM Thanks, Freddie. The beauty of poetry is each person's interpretation can be different based on their own personal experiences. When I wrote it I'd had in mind that this person had moved on but didn't realize when it happened because life was filled in other ways, and in the end it took senility for them to finally forget someone who was once dear in their heart but out of the picture.

Silent One November 9, 2019 at 5:24 PM its like you didnt want to forget, but your health forced it.. a sad write.. Juliet Ligon November 17, 2019 at 11:28 PM Thanks, S.O. When I wrote this I'd actually intended for the forgetfulness to be a good thing. The ability to forget, someone once all consuming but no longer present, with busyness and senility. It's neat that poetry can speak differently to each person.

Quoth Theraven November 7, 2019 at 10:29 PM Juliet, Ahh..,the fond memories this poem conjures. Very nice Juliet. -Richard Juliet Ligon November 17, 2019 at 11:28 PM Thanks, Richard.

Jenish Somadas November 7, 2019 at 1:08 AM ##I forgot about you, but I don't remember when.##If we don't have the ability to forget, we would be like a filled CD ROM.. without rewriting.. Juliet Ligon November 17, 2019 at 11:22 PM True. Thanks, Jenish.