The Notebook

There was an image back there
between the tv, the nap and the dinner
floated powerful into the central station
which you ordered yourself to remember
and now it's gone gone
without a trace and you won't ever get it back
wish you'd used the notebook she gave you
for your birthday, just one memory scrawl

Common thoughts just out of reach
try to retrace your steps
end up in a maze of amnesia
sluggish, aged and cold
you wish you'd ever entered

You thought you had something to say
some manner of minor
wisdom or merely an amusing anecdote
anything is better than the eternal silence
threatening to consume us, not to be too dramatic
so let's sit silently
and watch the world around us
burn, forget, and fade away