Just a Poem About Beer & Pretzels, Maybe

I have a shitty memory,
but I remember good days,
special days.

I also remember bad days,
maybe more so,
the smells and the sounds.

Regret is worse than death,
it is hell in a love letter,
and it surprises when it shows.

It always comes for me
in the morning,
when alone.

I want to remember
beer and pretzels,
and music like Switzerland.

I want to remember
stairwells, blowjobs and glory,
but forget the rest, neutral and chaotic.

I want to remember
that TGIFriday's in Union Square,
that first kiss.

I want to remember
and pretend, a mystery down a hole,
because hopefully I'll forget to regret.