Forgotten Face

Even though I promised myself a long time ago,
that the most important thing was to remember.
And, that I told her I would never become a hypocrite;
to be happy in these times?
When others are in a pain,
experiencing a pain severe enough to bleed through facial barriers,
how could I become the person I'd resented,
at that time of envy?

Like I've healed?
Like I've been set free?
That's not so bad, is it?

It's almost as though I've forgotten,
no,
I still....

Time has dulled everything,
It has taken away most of the weight.
Still...,
I think if I saw that face one more time,
I might remember.

Every single pain