Names fade
as I'm thinking of them.
They start to form,
then streak
into vapour.
sitting on the edge
of my mind,
like words scrawled
upon lines of paper,
In handwriting you can
no longer understand,
written by
some phantom doctors hand.
Then they run and leap.
Those names free,
floating
away, distant.
Laughing as my face goes red.
I've said your name a million times,
How can now be the moment
it just vanishes from my head?
I'm left staring at an empty space.
Lost look stuck firmly on my face.
I crawl quickly
scurrying through my memory store.
Knocking boxes of old photographs
all over the floor,
scattering memories into the air,
dust particles of reminisce
that linger in the
shimmery sunlight
then fall away again,
fading like a ghost in the night.
The mind clutter
now scattered and shuffled,
like a pub after a brief happy hour scuffle.
But still no names appear,
now all the faces are mixed up
and I'm reminiscing
about some long-lost love.
I awaken. At 3am.
Still feeling ashamed.
Shaken by my inability
to remember a name.
When the thick dark air takes
on a different shade,
a neon light of insight flicked on
cutting through the darkness,
burning onto my retinas,
a name blinking in multicolour.
Of course. I think
as I slowly fall back to sleep.
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