If I could forget

If only I could forget what I remember

That meeting, that sight and the first night of slumber;

That sitting in the corner avoiding eyes

It’s bizarre how time flies.

If only I could forget what I felt

That touch, that emotion and the bodies that could melt;

That swaying in the breeze so cold

It’s bizarre how time could behold.

If only I could forget what I heard

That sound, that tone and the words that slurred;

That moan swiftly changing into squall

It’s bizarre how time could maul

If only I could forget it at all.