A Tragedy

The fenceposts are the first things to go. Along with the trees mapped out perfectly Just how you remember them Or thought you did. Then an entire graph of sidewalks Seem to slither away Together with a staircase here and there Which obviously do not share Quite the same importance as when they Were quite crucial to bridge yourself to the next landing. Forgotten shelves and run away closets. A distorted kitchen and rearranged living-room Where pieces of furniture simply don't fit anymore And you start to wonder where that wall went. Suddenly this situation becomes more frantic As you search for that last name That you most definitely remember starting with an F... Or was it a P? As you start to dwell on this horrific course less and less You start to find new things to take inventory of. New phone numbers. A friend's address. Directions to favorite picnic areas. And the name of that movie you borrowed from a friend that made you cry. And now of course, must buy for yourself. On some nights you give yourself a headache Trying to find that old closet and back staircase to your dream world Sadly hidden behind boxes of more exciting toys. Till one year you cease to even try and remember. A permanent thorn in you mind. At first a blazing broken dam of thoughts and emotions; Feelings and pain Rushed down to a trickle until Only an ugly forgotten scar remains. A memory that ceases to beat... ... until one morning Just in the middle of a plain breakfast You burst into a fit of endless laughter. You remember where that fencepost stood.