Remember that I have a fear of being forgotten.
I forget about it most days but then, every so often,
quite unexpectedly, I remember.
I'd forgotten how much I dislike it and then,
when I remember,
I try to forget.
The reminders are sudden, deep and heart-felt,
Right in my centre, enough to make me cave into my torso, fold in half.
It's not fear of absent legacy or anticipated lack of words at my funeral,
I think I will be remembered then.
It's being forgotten whilst I still exist.
When I am a phone-call away.
A text message away.
Not far away.
Then I remember that I forget too.
It's never intentional.
Just whilst I'm remembering myself.