Years ago at a college
reunion
an old friend
said she didn't remember me
and to this day
I still unpack and
repack that memory
of she
who took
all those seconds minutes
hours days
years
and scrubbed them from
every shelf cubby alcove
and wiped them off
the front door
the counter
the cash register
the stairs
swept them from
the basement
and dusted them from the attic
I try not to take
it personally
but there is no
other computer out
there
on the market
that needs
these types of memories stored
in a mouse maze
of how to dance
and how to smile and how to love
and how to laugh
in order to function
and drive the
vessel it is
commanding
and as tempted as I have been
I have fought
the
pressures
internal external
to simplify and reorganze
the trivia facts
figures bar and parlor tricks
pool shots anachronistic cheese
***** humor
****** stories
that are crammed into shelves
and stacked floor to ceiling
there will be no hall of records
and when they come
which they will surely do
you have my word
I will not slip away quietly
into the night
Whit Howland © 2019
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
Years ago at a college
reunion
an old friend
said she didn't remember me
and to this day
I still unpack and
repack that memory
of she
who took
all those seconds minutes
hours days
years
and scrubbed them from
every shelf cubby alcove
and wiped them off
the front door
the counter
the cash register
the stairs
swept them from
the basement
and dusted them from the attic
I try not to take
it personally
but there is no
other computer out
there
on the market
that needs
these types of memories stored
in a mouse maze
of how to dance
and how to smile and how to love
and how to laugh
in order to function
and drive the
vessel it is
commanding
and as tempted as I have been
I have fought
the
pressures
internal external
to simplify and reorganze
the trivia facts
figures bar and parlor tricks
pool shots anachronistic cheese
***** humor
****** stories
that are crammed into shelves
and stacked floor to ceiling
there will be no hall of records
and when they come
which they will surely do
you have my word
I will not slip away quietly
into the night
Whit Howland © 2019
