Today I took a walk down memory lane With some people from my past. Your name never came up But your shadow haunted every Turn in conversation and we did our best To ignore it. In fact we did our best to pretend That your existence was not real, But then someone mentioned, "Hey remember that time we...." And flashbacks of suppressed visions Of things I had hoped to never see again Simply because they're not important To who I am now Flooded my stream of consciousness And I chose to think of you. To think of that time in that place Where we did that thing.... And the more I think about it The fuzzier it becomes. I can't quite picture The people, the room, the music, The embarrassment, the shame, the guilt, The utter ridiculousness of it all. And the harder I try to grasp at the edges Of the fraying memory To bring it back into something whole, Something vivid and full, The darker and slipperier it gets. And suddenly it dawns on me Why it was easy to forget in the first place: It just doesn't matter. Who you were, who I was, What you did, what I did, Just doesn't matter So what's the point in remembering? Today I took a walk down memory lane But decided it was far more enjoyable To make a u-turn and walk Away from you again.
Yes I made up the word "slipperier", but isn't that the point of poetic license?