Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget

Where I’ve been,

And where I am.

I forget who I’m talking to,

And what it’s all about.

I get so damn frustrated

It makes me want to shout,

And that frightens people.

It terrifies me.

So much,

I lose just who I am.

On occasion,

I remember

Who I used to be,

But I’m not that person now.

Don’t bother asking,

I really don’t know how,

But it comes over me

In waves,

More often now.

And I think I am drowning.

It would be alright

If I could swim.

And I get the impression,

I could,

Once upon a time.

I wore Speedo’s,

Whatever they might be.

They do remind me of holidays,

Sunburn and sea.

I can smell it now.

Salt and vinegar.

Fish and chips.

Rowing boats and sailing ships.

I might have been a sailor,

But my name is not Jack Tar.

Well I don’t think so,

But I used to be a husband,

A father,

I think I drove a car.

Maybe it would be better,

If everyone I met

Knew just who I was.

I would never have to tell them,

It would save me from that job.

They could jog my memory,

And always know my name,

Help me to remember

To be just who I am.

But maybe now,

Is already much too late

As truth to say,

Whatever time of day,

Or date,

For the life of me,

I can’t say,

No matter how I try,

If I’m even speaking out at all,

To whom, about what, Or why.