The Loss of the Know

The loss of the known A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up to fill in the blanks. Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog walking down a road he had never been to before; his mother had died, and the point of reference was missing now he was alone and lacked a compass.