By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
I can’t say exactly when it happened.
I think it was either so slow that I didn’t notice or,
so fast, well; either way it doesn’t matter.
I can’t remember anyway.
I do remember,
I think I remember but no,
more like a vague memory,
a gray shadow passing through.
That quadrant of my brain
Aware it’s there but in truth,
barely noticing it any longer.
I can’t say exactly when it happened,
that which I’m trying to remember.
Peering through the deep fog of time,
I remove my glasses, clean them.
But no, the memory remains vague.
It’s there and then it’s gone.
Dark shadows and the foggy mist
Stealing it from me just as I reached for it.
What was I looking for?
No matter, I can’t remember anyway.