On Forgetting

I hate being late.

I get frazzled.

I hate being frazzled.

I fall when I’m frazzled.

I lose any ounce of grace I might have had, when I'm frazzled.

I cross my arms and pout.

I solve nothing.

I stew.

I brood.

I forget.

For a couple of hours, I forgot.

I forgot to appreciate you.

I am sorry for those hours.

I am sorry, if I forget again.

It will only ever be for a couple of hours,

But I am sorry, even still.

Please remember that, even if I forget.