It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget

But as the years passed forgetting became prevalent

Wether I was forgetting what I’m forgiving, or forgetting to forgive

I forget

I use to think forgetting came with age, but I’m not as old as you might think

I tend to find myself lost when I walk in a room, forgetting why I’m there in the first place

It’s happening more and more each day

The forgetting

Sometimes I even forget myself, which is an odd feeling

It’s as if I’m floating in a space of nothingness that even time can’t touch

I never know how long I’m there, but once I get pulled back everything seems to be how I left it

Unless I forgot

My friends ask me questions about conversations we’ve had, but I don’t remember

I wonder, was I in that timeless space for that conversation?

But I can’t ask them, they wouldn’t understand

So, I just pass it off as me not listening and ask for there forgiveness

Which they give, but it seems to be getting harder and harder for them to do so

Which I understand, it must be frustrating

But did you know

It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget