On The Way to Forgetting

By Jacqueline Modungo

On the way to forgetting I grabbed my purse
My room reeked of cinnamon so that I couldn’t place whether it was the gum or the broom or the way your hair smelt before it kept changing
I had made the arrangements 
And I was swaying like I had been laying on the current before I even started to move
Softly submerged before I had even reached the stairs
The phone call where you plainly stated “You are someone I want to know”
As long as it stands, this house will be home to many
Too many, I can’t keep track but I try
How lucky we are to reach the point of abundance
I return to your face like going back to check the stove
The silk scarf ghosts dance around me and it’s a shame I can’t wear everything I own at once
They say it all ends up just the same as before you came to be
I believe that no matter how the cards fall they will always overlap

On the way to forgetting-
The trees waved me over, branches made of sharp-elbow turns 
My directions have changed nearly twelve times today, I take in what I still can
On the way to forgetting- 
I spotted the bench that always gets moved with the shade, and so I sat

And on the way to forgetting, I forgot to go