Forgetful

Forgetful

Full of forgetting,
for getting unfull

not through emptying,
bucket-drudged-up-well

and dump, not that
heaviness at all.

Where does it go.
What is forgotten

is never fully gone,
not a true departure

or evaporation.
Every last thing

you have forgotten
is present, has just

ducked under or
slipped behind,

integrated itself in
you as water sipped

from a glass and
then topped off.