Amnesia of Days

Forget.
Everything steps back -
Mists and liquefies.
Blurry faces. Pixelled days.
They fall away.

Forgot-them-not flowers grow around
Beneath me, so comforting.
The days forgot.
They’ve forgotten me,
An amnesia, not my own.

Hours shatter.
The seconds flurry,
Fleeting little butterflies that dance…
Dance, and slowly
Fade away.

Scatter down
Into that ravine.
I stand alone,
Watching the fragments fly free.
At the edge, I stand
And wait to fall.
It calls to me.

But when I answer,
And join myself
With those forgetful days…
Remember me.
In freefall, flying through the air.
I will never leave.