I can’t seem to remember what I did last night.
I had nothing to drink,
but I still cannot think
of the reflections that have evaded my sight.
I can’t seem to remember what I did last week.
I believe I had chores.
Eroded like the shores,
go the cliffs of memory from my mind so bleak.
I can’t seem to remember what I did last moon.
The house keys are missing.
My dreams are dismissing,
and my facilities fly away like balloons.
I can’t seem to remember what I did last year.
A task like this so small,
my failure to recall
Is preventing me from knowing what is clear.
I cannot remember.
The human memory is terribly fleeting,
The faintest and oldest of memories retreating.
Thoughts perished like ember.
How could one ever trust a machine like the brain?
Just some blood and tissue.
I have one more issue,
What did I title my poem to be again?