Secondary Attention

Written by: Jodie Williams

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