Shawn L. Bird

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/