Thoughts Before Boarding a Plane

I’m beginning to forget.
I’m beginning to forget and it makes me sort of sad,
though I know it’s normal.
It’s life.

Our brains only have so much space
to hold all the moments.
But the words you mispronounced,
and the superhero underwear,
and the early morning quiet play moments,
before the world woke…

See,
our brains only have so much space
to hold all the moments,
and we don’t get to choose what it Velcros,
and what it shuffles off to the dust heap of thought
(only to be resurrected unevenly and unexpectedly
by a smell or a song or that bear in the corner of the closet
that we couldn’t toss quite yet).

And so I just wanted to name,
before I forget,
how much I want to remember.

Our brains only have so much space,
and I’d rather it be of that wonder,
if given the choice.

But we’re not,
and that’s normal.
It’s life.

But I’d rather, if it’s all the same to you,
remember.