this touches me and then I return to the title -
as it is so much about not forgetting maybe it needs to be
'how love forgets'...
best from Max
Quoting sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>:
> *love forgets *
>
>
> she thought it was summer
> but the house is buried in snow
>
> he combs his fingers
> across his bald head
>
> she turns the mirrors
> to the wall
>
> he tries to remember
> he must wear a hat
>
> she boils the eggs
> till the pan runs dry
>
> the house smells of sulphur
>
> he finds himself
> in a place he does not know
>
> tall buildings
> steel and glass
>
> a strange old man
> looks back at him
>
> she remembers clearly the scent
> the feel of her first lover’s skin
>
>
> --
> sharon brogan
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