Oblivion Poem by Milton Roza Junior

I forget that when you speak it is for my benefit
I forget that everything around us happens
to remind me of your existence in my home.
I forget that tomorrow can be today's good auguries.
Things we forget in the past suddenly come up.
I forgot that when I am facing bad times
Something will happen and the storm will stop falling
Explicit occurrences bring humid melancholies to evanesce.
I forgot to all at the stars, at night, to find you.
Maybe the most shining one is you observing me
at not me to admire.
I would be ignorant to ask if you are there,
for I will only know the complete truth in time
Not the time that beats in the heart of the clock.
The time in which it will be shown to me, where you are.