MemoRandom

I'm sure we've all had these days...I wanted to write a poem about the loss of memory and how our minds can warp and change.  I hope you all like it

MemoRandom

by Nathan Taylor

My memory fails me.

Or does it?

I can't quite remember

at this point.

I remember something...

It was round

or square.

I know it had shape.

It was definitely blue

with an hint of red

or red with a hint of...

never mind.

I used to hold it

in my hand

or maybe it held me.

But that was before...

Now it sits in a trunk

or a room.

Somewhere with walls

or out in the open.

I got it from a woman

who looked like a man

or maybe a man

who looked like a woman

I'm confused,

what were we talking about?

a clock, a cane, a shoe?

Hang on, it was a...

Shit...I can't remember