It’s a Long Time Since I’ve Met Anyone

By Emmanuel Ngwa
1 Minutes
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How can we know what we’ve forgotten?
My only fear is losing what I still know,
I cling to it each and every day like a lifeline.
But what has gone is gone and can no longer cause suffering.

Don’t take this badly,
But tomorrow, I won’t remember you.
I only remember things from long ago,
Perhaps, it’s not even the first time we’ve met!

I don’t remember my husband,
All I remember is a vague idea of his existence.
But I can’t put a face to any feeling.

I understand!

But is he doing okay?
Whether he’s dead or alive, it makes no difference to me,
Unfortunately, he’s just a stranger.

Was I happy when I was with him?
Honestly, I don’t know.

Can you leave his watch with me?
It could remind me of who he was, you know?

Oh!

If you leave it here, I’ll forget it when you go,
If you give it to me, I’ll be asking myself where it came from,
If you keep it, at least, one person will think of him.

On second thought, why not give it to my son?
I may have lost my memory, but I still know I bore a child,
And whatever else it might have been, it most certainly was not a boy.

Poetry
Memory
Loneliness
Memory Loss