Eyes clamp down squeezing pain

into a stream of ragged tears.

My mind races to find the source.

To find the why.

Tap Tap Tap

Tap a steady rhythm

First one leg then the other

Invisibly retracing a lifetime

Reliving a million events in between heartbeats

Tap Tap Tap

Tap a rhythm with eyes open but unseeing

Steady and distracting they touch something.

She asks that I remember the best memory

The million memories pass by

But not a good one among them.

How can that be

Not one in a million?

Tap tap tap

but not one stands out.

Why would my mind do that?

Tap, tap, tap,

stuck so tight in pain.

If go to my journals

Will I remember?

Tap, tap, tap

but will I recognize myself

In the words?

Or is it simply a story of someone

else’s good fortune?