Your presence comes to me
like some broken silhouette
Hi, hello now. I try to remember
before I forget
like some once known
refrain
If I can just train
my mind to
remember
I don't want to forget
don't go.

'Cause these are still
pieces of me. Blue glass I've stepped on
cutting my foot but pretty still
on the floor. Odd
how that can be.
These remnants of you
And I don't want to forget
doesn't matter I guess
at least I won't regret
in a day or two

I won't regret
what I can't remember.
What happened
February March April May
My mind's blank
from September on––
January
––transitional month
a blur
I'm unsure
What happened
since September.
I try but I can't seem to remember.