I would not live forever
in a single
suit of clothes.
I would not care
to memorize
forever
each
stain and tear
or keep track of
every button lost.
Thankfully,
I forget
from time to time,
the progress
and the passage
and the passages
through which
I wend my way…
The details of
hard lessons, happily,
escape me
like the pains of giving birth.
It is enough,
the thing I learned,
and moving on.
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