i forget

each time i forget a little less
of where i’ve been
but what’s been spoken ill of all along
leads me on
i have to wonder
i have to wonder
just how much longer
this can last
and will it last
through what it takes
to bring me back
to a place where i no longer
long to be
getting away from all i see
each time i forget how i’ll miss
where i am
regardless of the weight i give
to getting out
to moving on
and by the time i’m gone
i’ll already have forgotten

but i’m bound
to follow through

kept hollow, we weep
to be filled
our sorrow, too deep
to keep still