Memory Loss
I am almost asleep
comfortably drifting
when a troubling sense of loss
settles in behind my navel
it feels like a piece of me
something that I’ve done
a place that I’ve been
someone that I’ve met
has drifted off
disappeared
it taunts and teases
just out of reach
like that familiar yet forgotten name
at rest on the tip of your tongue
this sense of loss
of something gone
evokes a deep-seated melancholy
an unsettling need
to reach out and touch
what isn’t there
but should be.
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