Do you remember?

You ask me, 

and I don’t.

Not really. 

So I look in 

at all I can 

and everywhere 

I turn it 

isn’t there. 

Just empty rooms

amid dusty tomes,

graveyards grey

all where I’ve been.

But I was there, 

I know that laugh, 

what was her name

the sad refrain. 

I smirk,

I shrug,

I lift my brows,

and I don’t know.

I guess I don’t.