Forgetting is Easy

Forgetting is easy. I no longer remember her name, or remember how her eyelids crinkled when she laughed. I do not remember those times down by the river when the days flowed by so easily. I do not recall the times when we told each other of our lives and how they had no direction or purpose until we found each other down by that river. Until then, we had drifted around the world. Now we sat on the bank watching the river, telling each other that we would stay together like two streams meetin...