I used to make a list Daily Well weekly Maybe monthly.
The plan was to remember Not just the faces But the places and times Everything in perfect detail So one day Perhaps today I could write my memoirs Or confess.
Carol most definitely Mary is a yes Elizabeth from Scotland Sarah at least one Angela two And Amanda there were several But each new face destroys another Always changing.
I tried all ways Alphabetical Phonetically Numerical Abstractly But in the end the memories fade Or sometimes are washed away By guilt or alcohol, or both.
Serial something Lover Or hater User Or abused Always one or the other Never even steven Lasting longer than an itch.
Looking back it was good A thing of legend If ever I related Beyond the barest details Escaping me unguarded In moments of reflection.
I am hungry now Famished for something permanent Caring Lasting longer than the box of tissues It takes to dry my tears.
The wastrel crying? Whatever next The virtuous in control? Of course they are. You really have no conception A topsy turvey world Everything quite out of place Yet perfectly aligned.