There are many things that I can't understand
like
Letters that will never be sent
lock without key
complex human emotions
Text carved on stone wall
Footnotes in Arnold's book
Mechanical, cosmic, infinite. . .
And the person who turned around and left
I always want to tell him how kind the sunshine is
The breeze blowing on my cheeks feels so comfortable
I want to tell him
I forgot everything I should remember
Things that shouldn't be remembered, but still remembered
Sure enough
Memory is heavy
But forgetting is a gift