How could I forget you?
And forget that I forgot you?
Even this I forgot.

Forgot your face
Forget your eyes
Forgot your ways
Forgot our ties
Forgot the words we spoke in the night
Forgot the cadence of your voice’s delight
Forgot your touch, so deep, so light

I did not even remember you as a dream
You just were never there it would seem
Memory is a fast-flowing vanishing stream.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river