Miss Remember Why have I come to the kitchen, and what have I done with my wine. I cannot recall why I'm bitching, I may well be losing my mind. I call up dear Sophie to help me and find she's been dead this 10 years. Her husband so sadly informed me, I left the poor man drowned in tears. I rattle the dog leash for Rufus, he hasn't appeared in an age. I know he is somewhere, still with us; my heart knows the truth like a sage. My daughter, I feel, now has children; my son, I sense, lost all his hair. The love of my life, handsome Milton, is haunting his favorite chair. Though not sure if, ever, I married, deep down I know what went on. The bleed-through is leaving me harried; which side of whose life am I on? Reality matches in morning, by evening it's gossamer-thin. I've so much to tell that's is boring. I've no clue, where, now, to begin. My mind can contain a loose tether, on memories, people and pets. That life, it goes on, now and ever; is clear, but too much to digest. Always, I'll be who I will to be, whether or not it makes sense. And always my loved ones are with me, despite it disintegrates tense. © Sean G. O'Leary 2021
