I was riding my bike up towards the apartment and I saw a girl who looked very familiar. I drew a blank. Then I wrote this poem.
Lost
That strike on the slab of memory,
four more compressions even though I know
it won't come back to me--
a breath.
Nothing.
What the hell was her name?!
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Time travelers, you have a new assignment.
19 hours ago
4 comments:
Three thumbs up, if I had 'em. Since I don't, you'll have to settle for two.
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That opening line ROCKS! Good work.
Thanks both! I appreciate the encouragement.
I love how it starts out all serious, but ends funny, lol.
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