If only you had told me
twenty years ago—
and not yesterday.
I could recall it then—
and not now.
The short-term memory trail
has reached a dead end
and the irony is—
I can see along the distant track
as if it was yesterday—
but five minutes ago
has dwindled into a path
of forgetfulness.

What games are the brain cells playing?
Those branching neurons
that atrophy with neglect
and eventually pitch us
into a world of nothingness.