Was it really your fault,this devastating, crushing blow?
What was the question that laid you so low?
How does it feel ,
when memory fades
and small kindnesses receed,
to reveal merciful gaps in what used to be,
a seamless recall,
that was renowned,
for accuracy and close attention,
To details now redundant, and spent,
judiciously,
in every bar of this one horse town ?
©andreb
A