Tick, tick, tick

The sound that’s in my mind

When it’s actually the frustration

Of memories left behind

I hate that I can’t remember

Every little thing in my life

Only the most important

Of great joy or strife

But were told many times

It’s the little things that stick

Yet here I am

My mind continues to tick

I remember my best birthdays

Or a tragic passing

But what about memories of my first steak or leap year

They never end up lasting

How can I say that those aren’t important?

Should they not matter?

My mind’s a giant folder

Why do they continue to scatter?

These memories

No matter how big or small

I really truly wish

I could remember them all

Tell me why I can’t I watch a film

Of the little details in my mind’s rear

After all, putting them all together

Aren’t they what got me here?