Poem of the Week |14| soon you won’t know me at all

soon you won’t know me at all

you sang

if i had my life to live over
i’d still do the same things again

and our eyes fell on you
like nostalgia on an aul yellowed snap

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raymond left and you spiraled
in slow descent with your
pot of tea
you sit
night
after
night
cleaning dust
from under the telly

you can’t find your key
and tell me dolores
is light-fingered
and can’t be trusted

the fridge is stuffed with eggs
each day you buy a half-dozen more

you know me when i call
but you’re not sure who you are
soon you won’t know me at all