✨ Love, Amnesia ✨ Poem by James McLain

I've forgotten how to love, the sky's pale glow,
The drift of stars, the tender pull of evening tides.
The world seems veiled, its murmurs soft and slow,
As if the heart of time itself had simply died.

No trembling song beneath a moonlit glow,
No lingering warmth where hands once dared to touch.
The years march on, their faces cold and dark,
And love retreats, a horse on quiet hooves.

Yet in the dark, a flicker sparks above—
The echo of the memory of the love, I now forget.