Forget me not,,
1 min readOct 14, 2021
I hope I don’t forget,
how much I love the sound of my voice
echoing through my bathroom walls.
the way my shoulders move up and down
when I am running out of breath.
I hope I don’t forget,
to hide under the table
when the foundation of my walls starts shaking and breaking.
I hope I don’t forget, the feeling of flying
when a song from an old playlist starts playing
the way I bite my fingers when I am nervous
or how much I stutter when I am talking to strangers.
I might have outgrown myself so much,
but I wish I wont forget.
the lost directions,
the scars on my wrist,
the shuffled playlist,
the hairs on my wooden floor after cutting them.
I hope I don’t forget what I used to love
what I used to do,
and who I used to be…
