So many things to remember
and I cannot seem to keep them
all straight.

They are twisting
& turning around each other
only to disappear until
tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will remember and it will come
crashing down that I forgot.

But it will be too late.

The rain falls; I remember that.
And the sun shines, too.
And my god I can remember
your lips.

But these many things -
these other small, little, many things -
they keep me floating.

And I forget them
And I drown.