Some Things Are Meant To Be Remembered (and are not)

What was that dream last night?

               It was foreboding, uncomfortable.


                          I need to remember, lest I forget.



         
                             "Lest we forget"



sweaty with urgency.
something was not right.

                                        Yet, mostly,
                                                            it was fine.





 What was that dream last night?

               Trashcans, people, sweat.


                           The cursor blinks violently on the computer screen.

                                        "I cannot remember, can't you see?!?"



                                                   




                                                                                                                 Blank.