Remains

I know.
And in the same breath,
I acknowledge the impossibility of knowing.
Then, almost immediately,
I forget what I know.

I long.
For having known,
And then forgotten,
Some residue remains.
The way a lover’s secret scent,
Exquisitely recalls
The inexpressible,
The indescribable.

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