A blank Circumference

I remembered the thought and then the thought was gone abstract hints of what I wanted to write and a tapestry of forgetful prisms on blank parchment bleeds through and no one knows what comes next except you if you remember what I cannot then say it will you remember that my canvas could not hold enough paint for it to never make a difference to whether I stay or go your self sacrificing words rolled down your tongue and spilled out of your mouth as if you really meant them as I reached for the golds and browns I learned to bait each stroke with a shade of green pained and wretched but I can still remember your eyes the multiple personalities of your charade the cruelest invention of you you can start to remember now suddenly there was an open door all the forgotten torcher came flooding in as if an ocean of disbelief and regret shot in waves engolfing our final breaths I remember now I now understand why I forgot.