you forget

you forget
how beautiful she
was,
how strange
and soft
her whispery
voice was
as she tried
so hard
to say something
meaningful
and smart.
how fragile
and other
worldly her
essence was,
always trying
to please by
taking her clothes
off, submitting
to men
and their
desires, not
hers.
you forget how
quickly
her life passed.
never getting old.
how tragic,
how bittersweet
and easily
she slipped away
in her bed,
dreamily
in her sleep.
MM.