Forget
How quickly we forget,
the imperfections of the past,
the almost perfect from the past,
part of a greater expanse
blips on the infinite
but
still,
blips while we exist
do we not learn?
do we not want to learn?
are we simply destined to repeat
those imperfections of the past
those almost perfections from the past
we should remind,
ourselves,
of what went before
and what should remain
and what should not
for though blips on an infinite expanse
it is still ours to better
ours to live