Regret doesn't take into
Account the organic brain damage
That made my memory short,
It
Don't bear to mind
My process of forgetting.

I found all the stories I had
And the people in them
Aren't necessary to survive right now.

Just,
Lost visions in the inchoate
Mess of a discombobulated life
I lead.

And if you thought I said something
Significant,
I can't quite quote it.

Or paraphrase some deeper
Meaning I found in an obsession
With you.

The most important thing
Now,
Is that the memory of you
Don't cut so deep
Anymore.

Now that I can't place the date
I forgot your face.

I coulda been your everything
If I could just remember who
You are exactly.

Maybe,
You shouldn't have let me forget
Why I don't know you now.