I'm fuzzy on facts and places.Memory, for me, misplacesPeople's names and faces.
My mind is loosey-goosey,Non-stick specifics are lost
In the juicy flavour-feels.
Like whenOn 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.
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