Forgotten Poem by Amber Glistener

Forgotten.
That is my greatest fear.
The words that I once heard.
He told me these so I would not forget,
but here I am today.
I rack my brain and struggle to remember,
the things that he whispered in my ear.
What was it that he said?
That day he left he told me not to leave these things forgotten.

Forgotten.
I stand here in this pitiful waste-land,
crying in anguish as I realize,
the things that he had told me,
they all are now forgotten.

Forgotten.
What shall I do?
If he does not come home,
what things will I have to leave unknown because I have forgotten.

Forgotten.
Will he be angry if he does come back and I still do not know?
Or will time soon take its toll on me,
and I will then know the things that I have forgotten.

Forgotten.
He walks up the hill that I am standing.
He asks me why these tears run down me as I stand here weeping.
I am afraid to tell him.
What will he say when I have forgotten?

Forgotten.
When finally he knows he smiles warmly down at me,
and brings me to my feet.
His journey has been long and hard,
and I have not remembered what he said,
yet he still is not angered.
I start to wonder what exactly I had forgotten.

Forgotten.
Dear, I told you not to forget,
but you never forgot what I told you for here you are now,
loving me enough to tell me that you have forgotten.
You did not forget what I will tell you now,
and what I told you before I left a long while ago.

Forgotten.
Not at all its nothing to be ashamed of.
All you did'nt remember was when I said it, nothing more.
I simply and utterly told you I loved you and wished you would not go away,
and here you are standing in front of me,
in my embrace today.

Not forgotten,
are the words he said to me that day,
and never again will anything he said ever be,
Forgotten.