Unlearning

I cannot un
remember, but I am having to unlearn
the flecks of color
in your eyes
because I know
they are no longer shining, I cannot un
remember, but I am having to unlearn
the wilderness
of your smile, and
the laberynth
of your mind
because I know that in
the flood
of drunken melancholy, your labyrinth
has flooded, and that wilderness, once teaming
with buoyantness
and fragile bliss
has been waterlogged, reduced
to rot
I cannot un
remember, but I am having to unlearn
the flavor of love
(cherry sweet, like the scent
of spring.)
that once enveloped me
you were a song
and then a whisper, an echo now
long gone