The gist of it

The torture rack of memory unexpectedly stretches me
two years back, profiling ghosts of lost feelings
resurfacing like a breath of air released underwater,
and I wonder if the words I screamed from beneath the
cover of the black water, churning waves
can be heard by those in boats floating above me.

You can always forget to remember
but I fail to remember to forget
You.

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