Short-Term Memory

I walked in here for something, I swear.
Now, wait. Just give me a moment.
I was sitting in there when
A thought pierced the air
Like the stealth clamor from an informant.

It seems like a plot from
A gaslight adventure,
Some frivolous misguided scam,
That I should make haste
And my time be a waste when
I’m not even sure where I am.

It plagues me no end
That my mind is no friend
When the details elude and evade.
And I wonder how long
I can keep going wrong
Til the piper at last must be paid.

This short-term failure, it comes and it goes,
Fading in, fading out, fade away.
So, I think A to Z
Til it comes back to me
And I can get on with my day.

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