Once upon a time,
As many stories start,
There was a boy and girl,
Who were worlds apart.
The girl knew the boy,
And saw him as a friend,
But the boy knew the girl,
And saw a Godsend.
She contained the essence of beauty,
She redefined that word,
But he was invisible to her,
Just one sheep among a herd.
He knew this very well,
But she still danced in his dreams,
In golden fields and meadows,
Growing by crystal streams.
One day he left,
Never to see her face,
But as fate would have it,
She left more than just a trace.
She stayed in his dreams,
Visions of her clouded his mind,
He wanted to forget,
To save himself time.
He heard of a man,
Who had a machine,
That could erase memories,
And even dreams.
He drove hundreds of miles,
Through road, dirt, and sand,
Just to see the machine,
And meet the old man.
The man's name was Charles,
His machine's name was Pearl,
And the burdened boy,
Wanted to forget the girl.
Charles asked no questions,
And made no reply,
Just gave out directions,
And watched the boy cry.
When the boy sat down,
The tubes on his head,
At the command of Charles,
Went to bed.
He dreamed once again,
Of the beautiful lass,
And as the picture faded,
He simply let it pass.
When he awoke,
He knew her no more,
And began to wonder,
Why he was on the floor.
Old man Charles,
Let the boy know,
He had let,
A memory go.
The boy asked what it was,
But Charles didn't say,
Just told him to go,
And not to pay.
So the boy left,
Wondering what was lost,
And what point in time,
It would show its true cost.
One fine morning,
He left to the store,
He was out of milk,
And needed some more.
He saw the girl,
That caused him to fret,
And when she looked back,
Their eyes met.
Something inside stirred,
But he ignored the sting,
And his body told him,
Forgetting was a bad thing.
He looked a little longer,
And remembered,
He remembered...
Nothing.
And the girl walked away,
Tossing the meeting behind,
And the boy suppressed hurt,
He thought was only in his mind.