She Forgets

She forgets.

It troubles her.

There is this desire

to fix it, make it better,

but no one knows how.

So it is her present and

her future.

It is and it will be

this way now.

To forget one's keys

or an appointment,

is frustrating.

But this is something else.

This losing of self,

of one's recent past.

The childhood is there,

but yesterday is gone.

Birthdays and family

are in the mind,

but this morning's

conversation has

disappeared.

Whole pieces of life

gone.  But where?

She remembers

that she forgets,

and therein lies

the sorrow.

Gary