Secondary Attention

You're nothing but wisps of a memory It's beyond me to picture your face It's futile to try and remember When you never left me a trace But we all have something inside us It's called a secondary attention Dark chambers of dreams long forgotten It matures in hallucination A collection of moments we misplaced Occasions consigned to oblivion Minutes and dates we distreasured And sins we wish were forgiven For within these brief recollections Your face reappears clear as day Til reality strikes like a python And your features fade back to grey