Her Day Off My Mind

How could I have forgotten? Why did it go blank? What was I twisting with? Did my mind travel without me? Why did my memory fail me? It was her day … December 3rd I rang her first thing in the morning Chatted . . . smiled briefly while it lasted But she expected more than that She was attentive to hear it from me But I had t not stored anywhere on me The wishes could not have come All I need do was to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY She tried to reach me severally Was too busy to get my nerves together I didn’t pick hers, wanting to ring her back But didn’t do just that, absent-minded was of me She tried to call me again, but was in a meeting After a while, The day wore the dusk dress And slept off in a gown of dream She didn’t ring again She sent a short message to me Throwing it back on me why I blanked her day I read furiously but patiently Why did it happen like that? Did I remember it was her day? Yes . . . and No chorused my mind I threw it back” I didn’t know it was your day Happy birthday in arrears” I summoned my courage But she was sure I knew it was her day I got the second step wrong again Would she find it witty and forget it? Alayande Stephen T. December 5, 2008 2.56am