the struggle of memory against forgetting

we become glassy eyed in our forgetfulness
a smile plastered against our vacuous faces
insisting on happiness when there is no reason
to celebrate what we no longer remember
the long summer days and languid nights
of laughter and forgetting, we close our eyes
against the darkness of memories long forgotten,
our glassy eyes brittle against tearless eyelids.

I forgot (!) that I already wrote a poem using the prompt of The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera.