Somewhere, Once

I'm fuzzy on facts and places.

Memory, for me, misplaces

People's names and faces.

My mind is loosey-goosey,

Non-stick specifics are lost

In the juicy flavour-feels.

Like when

On the street, you remark on a hi-viz guy

Says I, with a shrug, 

-He's workin for the council.

Beneath the many turning galaxies,

We're unanimous in grinning, 

-Has been twenty years!

Perhaps you and I had a destination,
There was probably traffic.
I forget everything
But the stars in my bones.