Remembering to Forget

 

In the empty halls of memory 

I chase my childhood around

blind corners into dead ends.

I think I hear laughter but it is

too hard-edged to be truly the

sound of a carefree childhood.

My energy was something big

people thought to dampen with 

belts, paddles, and switches.

Now I find myself wandering

these chartreuse corridors of 

dodges and disappointments

remembering to forget.

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