In between

I don't want to forget.

I don't want to remember.

Caught in between, as always,

like a bag strap in the tube's doors,

causing delays and panic.

I am delaying my own progress

or my own ruin.

I never know which is which.

They look too much alike.

One of these days

I'll know the difference.

I'll forget.

And I'll remember

and most of all, I'll forgive.

And it will all be headed somewhere

Delayed, yes;

but always getting there.