'Rememorries' Poem by Shania K. Younce

I forget.

I remember.
I remember what I relize.

The forgetfulness inclined.
The things forgotten left alone.

For you I can not revive them nor will you find them.

When young and forgetful some say it is of youth.
When old and forgetful some say it is of growing age.
When twitling away you come into an age.
When forgetting you don't remember then.

I in it's non-existent ways.

You far alone.
You that is there nor the you that is there.
You are not so, far when alone.
You are there when you are not alone.

To remember and forget.
To forget and remember.