I used to be able to look a woman in the eyes,
Listen and hear,
Download facts so that...
Come Valentine's Day,
I could buy her that rare album of
- B Sides and Rarities
So that she'd wrap her arms around me..
And ask me how I remembered.
Only, I never had the heart to tell her
I never actually remember anything.
I Just Wrote Things Down
on a
Notepad
in my Head.
I gave my most prized possession to a young girl named Grace.
My connection became her connection if only for a short time
So that, if she feels lost she can find us.
So that, if she thinks too much she can ease her mind.
I can't remember her favourite colour,
Her first concert, most-loved food or movies in her collection.
(Though I'm sure I could remember if I dug deep.)
I can remember her smile and laugh,
Her eyes and hair. The way she danced free of fear.
So something has changed.
A profound interest.
