eternally indebted to imagination for facts, educated beyond my intelligence,
reminded by memory, skewered through by shame,
the biggest negligence-- trust
humbled by an unseen odourless mass of guilt gas-- subdued, I succumb to the game
but even this shall pass, for oblivion is kind, not crass
on this you can depend
unknown how or when
for the clever, the headstrong, the deft
nothing's left
gone too long
gone forever
love bereft