Anamnesis

I will forget him now that he is gone,
And let this mem'ry slip between the weeks.
I will forget the way his eyes were drawn,
Or how he lost ability to speak.
The way he twitched in coma's grip one noon,
And how his hair fell out in daily clumps -
I will forget his shrunken form cocooned,
Chained down by respiratory pump.
How damned these eyes, that will not let me rest,
And damned this freight of thoughts that brings me back.
And now with death, I find myself possessed
So mesmerized by this, one broken pact.

You left five years ago but never died
And breathing free, you laugh behind my eyes.