forgetting to get there

by asocialspirituality

i see a place inside of you,

she said,

that i’ve forgotten how to get to.

for a moment, i broke our stare

and watched

the bartender fill empty glasses

and watched

the elderly man across from me,

sitting alone,

whisper out the lyrics to the love song playing on the jukebox.

tell me about this place,

i said,

the place you’ve forgotten how to get to.

it doesn’t have a name,

she said,

and there’s really no way to get there.

somehow,

she said,

it’s nowhere and everywhere at once.

and sometimes,

she said, smiling,

twirling the ice cubes around and around in her glass,

it just pours into you.

so how is it,

i asked,

that you’ve forgotten how to get

to a place you can’t get to?

but that’s just it,

she said in a slur, spilling

her manhattan.

i suppose that i’ve forgotten how to forget.