You know the feeling,
waking up next to a stranger, thinking,
I don't remember him; her.

You remember you
do looking at no reflection
in the mirror, you must.

The revelations that
the dust on the  pillow
is you hair falling out.

It, nothing matters,
if your rusty pipes
leak constantly like a dam

with a hole a finger
jammed in, or a pole flies
a flag of stars and stripes.

We all are humans
some meaningful
thing told me when

I sought  the reasons.