I Remember Forgetting

I can’t remember what I said last December,

The past slips fast from my hands.

When I dive into the deep recesses of my mind,

I can’t plant myself back in time.

Isn’t it funny how my memories are runny,

Dripping through my fingertips.

I could have filed them in folders,

But stacks are hidden under boulders.

But oh, my dear, I’ve a clear picture of you.

I repeat it, beat it, and flee.

Though I’d rather bury you in mud,

You continue to shine anew.

I don’t believe it’s fair,

After years, I’m the one bare.

Those memories were mine,

Now they’re all wrapped in twine,

And I have nothing to remember.