This document is a poem about remembering a past love and relationship. The speaker thought they could forget their ex-partner, but finds that the memories still haunt them. Many little things remind the speaker of their ex and the happy times they had together. The speaker comes to their ex because they cannot sing the song of their love without them, and they suffer in silence and loneliness without their company. They hope their ex can understand the depth of feelings still felt for them and come back.

1. Beyond Forgetting
For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.
I though the past could no longer haunt me – nor hurt me.
How wrong I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me — of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth
and my ambitions – that in all tasks I can’t help remembering you.
Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real
feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening
shadows?
I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make myself forget you In silence and in song… And yet I
remembered.
For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such as
ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you.
The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you
divine the depth and tenderness of my feelings towards you?
Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of
my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But perhaps, you
didn’t understand…
Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will be lost until the music is sung, until
the poem is heard, until the silence is understood…until you come to me again.