Don't You Forget About Me?

Remember that I have a fear of being forgotten.

I forget about it most days but then, every so often,

quite unexpectedly, I remember.

I'd forgotten how much I dislike it and then,

when I remember,

I try to forget.

The reminders are sudden, deep and heart-felt,

No.

Core-felt.

Right in my centre, enough to make me cave into my torso, fold in half.

It's not fear of absent legacy or anticipated lack of words at my funeral,

I think I will be remembered then.

It's being forgotten whilst I still exist.

When I am a phone-call away.

A text message away.

Not far away.

Just forgotten.

Easily.

Then I remember that I forget too.

It's never intentional.

Just whilst I'm remembering myself.