forget

forget

slowly, 

like moss that creeps

over river stones, 

memory stole you away
and left only blankness
in your greying gaze. 

where did you go, 

sweet summer dove?

are you ever coming 
back home? 

well when you’re ready

to look back, 

days or weeks or eternities 

from now,

just know I’ll still be here. 

I’ll still be waiting.