rarely remember

yes, yes, i haven't forgotten.
no, no, i'll still be there.
be there, only once.
be there, again and at last.
ever so slowly, i suppose.
but i have a home,
i have a back home,
and a ring hidden in
a box of memories.
hidden but never forgotten.
no, no, never that.
"life isn't about forgetting,
it's about remembering.
yes, yes, life isn't about remembering,
it's about forgetting."
as he told me once,
on the ground,
overlooking the city.
we were laying in the dirt
and i didn't want to kiss you.
but you kissed me anyway.
i didn't want it,
but you did it anyway.
and i can't say i've forgotten,
but i rarely remember.
and i can't say i regret,
but rarely.