I used to make a listDailyWell weeklyMaybe monthly.
The plan was to rememberNot just the facesBut the places and timesEverything in perfect detailSo one dayPerhaps todayI could write my memoirsOr confess.
Carol most definitelyMary is a yesElizabethfrom Scotland
Sarah at least oneAngela twoAnd Amanda there were severalBut each new face destroyed anotherAlways changing.
I tried all waysAlphabeticalPhoneticallyNumericalAbstractlyBut in the end the memories fadeOr sometimes are washed awayBy guilt or alcohol or both.
Serial somethingLoverOr haterUserOr abusedAlways one or the otherNever even StevenLasting no longer than an itch.
Looking back it was goodA thing of legendIf ever I relatedBeyond the tiny detailsEscaping me unguardedIn moments of relaxation.