An etched pen-and-ink illustration with a red accent, evoking "easy to remember".
June 22, 2026Poem1 min read

easy to remember

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It is easy to forget
Small moments
Until one day, they
Hit you, in spades.
The softness of the skin
On her inner thigh
The tingle of her breath
On my neck
The way we danced
In the dark
Under moonlight
The taste of her
After swimming
In the ocean
Making love
In a heatwave.
So much is made
Of big moments,
When celebrations
Are for party planners
With snap happy
Cameras
Recording reality
And turning it into myth.
I was in my car
On a cigarette break
Listening to Radio One
When the planes hit
The towers
The music stopped
As did my heart
We spoke on the phone
Whispering our thanks
To be alive.
Children die everyday
Powerless to influence
Change
As technocrats
Haemorrhage cash
On pet projects.
Babies look cute
On charity posters
Their eyes so big
It feels like
They can find
All the goodness
In your soul
And send it to heaven.
None of it matters
If you forget
How that feels
The moment you turn away