forgetful

For a space of time I sometimes forget.
Or maybe I allow myself to forget.

Borders, boundaries, lines.
Didn't I have them there for a reason?
To guard against, to protect
My heart my life myself.

Was I thinking that the rules had changed?
That somehow, some way, a change took place
That erased the past?

No nothing has changed.
As if it has though, I engage, respond, allow.

For your heart to forgive is golden.
Perhaps though I am blinded, caught up in the moment.

And that's what I forget, the past.
Unknowingly I let it become absent from my mind.

Remember what is important, forget what is not.
Mindful to walk into something that is unguarded.

Perhaps I will tread lightly.