What Am I Forgetting?

Where are my keys? I thought them here,
Thrown beside the letters, near.
The clock ticks slow, the morning ravels,
And yet my mind, aimless travels.
The thought, it flutters, bird mid-flight,
What am I forgetting tonight?

Where did I put the name to that face,
I’ve seen that smile in many a place.
What did I say? What should I do?
Mind’s map I path no longer true.
A fog has risen, thick and gray,
What am I forgetting today?

What’s my name? It drifts like smoke,
A word once mine, no longer spoke.
And who is this, with love so clear,
Her hands upon my heart in fear.
She whispers soft, but I don’t know,
What am I forgetting to show?

And now I flutter, untethered, free,
No roots to earth, no memory.
The stars are cold, their glow austere,
Yet kinder than the shadows near.
No kin remains, no lover’s cry,
No tethered grief, no tear to dry.
Just breath in space, immense, subdued,
I drift alone in solitude.

Though faintly scared, I can’t deny,
A strange release behind this, why?
No dark remains, no pain, no tears,
Just gray expanse and wilted years.
I live, a wisp, unshackled now,
Unmoored, adrift—yet here, somehow.