I won’t like it that way, either—
when I forget and you love
and you do not let me forget.
I do not love you that much yet.
But there is something that I read:
“When the one we love dies,
remember everything must soon be dead.”
Death inside of death comforts us at last.
Did you know? Evil is more nostalgic than good.
But all of life looks sweetly back at the past.