Living in the moment

breeds a consequence of questions

and I don't feel like answering.

Only an essay would do,

but the only two words I remember

are 'yes' and 'no.'

Each new memory

pushes another one aside;

like the love I had

with a face I will never recognize again.

I've filled in the blanks

with the eyes of enemies,

because those experiences

become more prominent each day;

the VIPs of my brain.

10/27/2006