as I grow older
I fear that I
am losing
my memory
Not so bad
the bad things
and the bad thoughts
that I’ve lived,
the people that I’ve hurt
and the hurt that comes
with living,
Lucky for me
I have flashes
and recollections
from time to time
showing me
that it is not
all gone, yet

Sort of like
a printed circuit
that remembers
an electrical charge

For a while anyway