it surprises me to have forgotten to remember squinting at those christmas tree lights and watching them twinkle falsely and curling up under my red blanket, alone and alone.
it surprises me to have forgotten to think about you, even after seven years have gone by.
the memory bank is fuller, now, richer and warmer without those cold evenings that ended, collectively, in heartbreak. or, as my son cries gleefully over his maze books, "DEAD END!!"
(but then, i didn't forget after all, did i?)