Summer burned out fast.

Heat fled the scene of the crime.

Autumn sneaked in, wet.

WTF happened here?

Distress of mid-life: 

Hopeless short-term memory 

Floating on the stream,

My mind unanchored,

Unconscious of competence,

 Past becomes a blur.

 

Like dew in the sun

Memories evaporate.

 Nothing is secure.

 

Habits long-practised?

I forget these things exist

Like they'd never been.

Who am I now then,

Now that I can't remember

What I ever was?

 

 

Can you believe I completely forgot about this blog? It was only firing up a browser on an old computer that reminded me. Menopause has a lot to answer for, the bastard.