I Forget, I Remember

I’m forgetful. That I can freely admit. I’m forgetful of things that don’t matter to me. I forget events that aren’t special to me. I forget names, faces, figures, colors, and things I’m not so keen about and not so worth remembering.

But I can remember. I can remember beautiful or ugly memories. I can remember happiness and sadness vividly like watching a familiar movie.

I can remember words spoken to me – be that beautiful or ugly, striking or bland, uplifting or nasty. So long those words stir my soul, tinker my cosmos, or stab my heart.

Yes, I remember.

I remember what you said to me; those scathing words. Vividly. Verbatim. But I pretend not to. Because I promised myself to let it pass.

For now. Until this thing is over.