The Forgetful Friend

Now I’m alone
the poetry has started to flow again
I’m catching myself
vibrating with positivity
overflowing with a content sort of happiness

My friends keep making my heart swell
and I’m falling in love just talking to them

God,
her smile
their dimples
the quiet huffs of laughter
the way they gently ask after me

How could I have forgotten this?

I want to grab hold of it
with both hands
grasp it
inhale it
sink into it entirely;
never be without it again.

Is this the remembering?