It was almost something.
Like a flower, maybe,
or a concept in yoga,
kharma?
It made me feel something.
Feathers on a spring breeze,
like a tan pastel,
fawn?
It sounded like something.
Grapefruit kahlua,
hemp and apple blossoms,
willow?
It tasted like something,
Live poetry,
bare feet and acoustic guitars,
halo?
It smelled like something,
like tattered curls,
and bare backs with tattoos,
galleria?
Goddamn it,
what was her
fucking
name?
scattered post-it
notes to myself
in order
out of time
sticking in
sticking out
my brain
now there’s an idea…
Exsquisite.
Ah haha! Hate when the memory selectively fails like that…
Bwahahahaaa!
BEAUTIFUL CLOSING !
Loved it… 🙂
😉
Brilliantly written, has me smiling!
So many questions..
Evanescent memory… Made me chuckle.
LOL, what an ending…fantastic!!! I love the way your mind works! 🙂