to be forgotten....

to be forgotten is,

to be the last child in line for the ride,

as the theme park closes,

and the gates are locked,

pulled by the hand by your mommy and daddy,

having waited for hours just to go around once,

no one even saw you there,

as you were no higher than their knees.

 

to be forgotten is,

to be the only person at a dinner for two,

the candles were lit,

and the wine was uncorked,

and not even the waiter came by out of shame,

a single red rose,

on a single white napkin,

hiding away a pain.

 

to be forgotten is,

to be the frog,

kept in plastic bags,

and opened by high school biology teachers,

on a cold day in may,

with your legs sprawled up to the sky,

as if asking god to carry you away,

and you can't even croak,

and you can't even breathe,

you're already dead,

you already have been.

 

to be forgotten is,

to be a fatal problem,

but its hard to be,

for everyone can see,

who you are no matter what you do,

you had a brother, and a sister,

you had a few cousins too,

you had a mother and a father,

or a figure of one as well,

and somewhere sometime someone knew your name,

even if you are not who you were,

there was a time you were.