i don't remember
snippets of life
bookmarks that have neither rhyme nor reason
a conversation occurs
a friend acquaintance stranger
asks if i remember when...
and i don't
a story is told
i'm a character
and i have no recollection
the event is foreign
something scratches my brain
an image a print develops
and i holler in excitement
because it surfaces
and can't imagine how i forgot it in the first place
my bookmarks are mine
others note what impacts them
and sometimes i am the impact
but months later
the memory will fade erase fall apart
until a spark sparks a conversation
between a friend acquaintance stranger
