collection of thoughts

Absolutely no rhyme or reason to this. Just a jumbling of lines that came, while I was listening to the radio. Make of it what you will-- this is not supposed to be a finished, coherent, piece.

I hope, tonight, that you will reach
to touch my hand
and forget, forget, forget.

I pray that you are well, that someone
will touch your heart again
Not to be the one you never speak about
Not to be forgotten
since true love wasn't enough
But you couldn't even save yourself
You couldn't even-
Hush now, don't cry.

Only in our memories, now, and in the empty spaces
but we can forget, forget.
When love isn't enough.

When happiness risks more pain than you can bear.
Forget.