this is forgetting, isn't it?

It's a long time since we saw each other and I feel
I am forgetting you. The memory of you
dies in me day by day,
the memory of your hair
and everything about you.
Now I'm looking for a place to drop you
a line, a verse, or crystal kiss-
and so depart.

If no grave will receive you,
no marble nor crystal sepulchre-
Will I have to keep you always with me
half-dead and half-alive?

If I can't find a chasm to drop you into
I'll look for a lawn or field
where I will scatter you softly
like pollen.

Perhaps I'll trick you into an embrace-
and go away irrevocably
and neither of us will know the other.
This is forgetting isn't it?

Ismail  Kadare