The Damndest of Curses

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 ..