Sometimes I have ideas for poems
And then I lose them
Somewhere between the generating of the idea
And writing it down.
Sometimes I start a poem whose ending I know,
But somewhere in between
Something happens
And I lose my trail of thought
I forget the ending
And then discard the whole thing
In fury
or confusion
Or a fusion of those two.

Is that what happened with you?
Was I your brand new idea?
Did you forget what we had?
Did you forget to write me
On every single notepad you have?
Did you forget our ending?
Did you get lost
And forgot me,
Somewhere in between finding me
And writing me down?
Did you discard me in fury or confusion?

Did you forget what we had?