Mattchace's "Forgetful" is about the fear of being forgotten, and of forgetting. The speaker begins with scars, which are a kind of body-written memory, and then moves to sand running through their hand. The sand is the poem's main image of loss: it trickles away, gets pulled into a funnel that becomes a black hole, and "all of us" are drained with it. The grains skitter across slanted floors, chasing nothing.
The speaker sounds tender and a little desperate. They ask to be told more stories and to be reminded, yet even those tales feel "borrowed," blurred and static, so memory seems unreliable from the start. The ending turns to forget-me-nots, and the repeated "Blue" works like a slow fall. Judging by the imagery, the speaker wants to sink into something beautiful and lose themselves there. The mood is quiet, wistful and sad, with a dreamlike pull toward oblivion.