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.