NO FORGETTING

dVerse Poets Pub




Down at the bus station
drunks and drifters 
prepare to sail away 
to somewhere
anywhere 
away from here
as if you could 
somehow get away 
from you

You're not of that ilk
but with a little letting go
you could be

The woman 
in the adjacent seat
is talking to someone
that isn't you 
and you surmise
it must be God

Out your window
snowflakes plummet
onto an empty plain
and there is your God

Darkness descends
with only the open road 
and the cold stars
beaming out yesterday

This is where you belong
and there is no forgetting