I forgot
you.
Your name was not penned into the appointment book.
The niggling feeling that there was ‘something’ was dismissed,
and I escaped for a while.
You came for me, but I was gone.
They had to call me back to you.
Can ‘I’m sorry ‘ ever be appeasement
for
forgetting?
.
.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt was for a visual poem. The person forgotten above was female. Is that close enough? (Can you see the figure?)
Here’s a link to an old one, perhaps you’ll like this one better: https://shawnbird.com/2013/09/24/poem-the-transcanada-highway-in-vancouver/
