the oft forgotten reminders
that i command my mind to recollect
when i am in search of another lost memory
it is then that a familiar tune strains through
moving my lips in murmurs of its fleeting words
it is then a number appears demanding its purpose
as it swirls around, disengaging itself from done deeds
….and it is then a scene deeply buried rattles its beleaguered head slinking off (with my regret in tow) to that self-pitying little pit of re-runs….
….fuzzily shaping faces that i guiltily reconstruct…
and that is when i hastily recount the number of times that i ask my scatterbrain to organize its distractive agenda
and it of course promptly notes that down
and trounces off to interact with another digression.