The Damndest of Curses
Just as soon as I had it caught
and held tight
and so very close to my chest
on one of those
occasions now seemingly lost ..
I tried hard to save,
to gather or to salvage as much
as I possibly could
of what was then even remotely
recoverable ..
Hey I even tried, once or twice
to make a list of all
the places we made out together ..
Can’t you see thats
just how desperate I was but then
insight in hindsight
when it is essentially lost is most
surely the damndest
of all curses and it was then that
I realised my memory
and indeed poetry itself had been
denied something
exquisite and otherwise priceless ..