DIRGE

Forgetful as I am, in the
space between movements 

I've had time

to memorialize
the post-its
the photos

the fish tacos

the Dr. Mario—
all of it.

Forgetful as I am—and
spent—every
day I wake, I recommit;

I repurchase 

what was known

by knowing it all again—alone.

I might as well
say it in my own 

voice now (since 

this is still how 

I learn things best):

everything we did

and didn't—was melody 

and rhythm.

Anything we could

or couldn't—

different fingerings

for a chord.