I Forgot

A poem about our memory.

I didn’t mean to forget—
But the grey
spread thick across my mind.

I didn’t mean to stop—
Expecting
light more than the dark.

I never wondered when—
The shadows
left our sides,

and the warmth
went quiet.

I never asked where—
The golden glow had gone,
until again my face it found.

Hello, again, sun.

these hold the sun.

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This is a fitting week for this poem. I so easily forget the feeling of the sun. Apricity offers a whisper of warmth, but the Spring Sun begins to speak aloud. It was warm and sunny in Columbus, Ohio this week. I guarantee we’re not done with Winter yet, but this was a welcome reminder.

(Apricity: The feeling of the winter sun on your skin…Jessica taught me that word. It’s just the best.)