My Thoughts In Rhyme and Rhythm

TWENTY SIX

days dwindle faster than dominoes fall
until i can't recall hardly anything at all
until your image is nearly gone.
and suddenly, it's dawn and
i don't remember
a goddamn thing—

the good or the bad,
what you looked like,
whether you were sad
when i left.

in memory, you're a mystery to me
it's all you'll ever be
for the rest of eternity
no matter how tightly i shut my eyes.

i still remember the fireflies
the blinking stoplights
the late afternoon fights
the lies.
and apologies.

but i can't remember you.
and i suppose that's a good thing.