Over the years I believed forget.
New roads are long and lonely fancied.
Security was on a path of no return,
and delete calendar dates.
But finally he comes over me.
My breath fades.
My heart still.
And my breath drowns and disappears.
What's happening to me? I thought forget ...
And in my futile effort to get away,
failure to keep in oblivion,
smothered flame,
your forbidden love.
Author of the poem: George Pellicer