I am bad at remembering names,
Of things, of people, of places.
While you may call it my arrogance
But I know, I really try.
When I should be
Calling out things specifically
I mumble incoherently, racking my brain
To remember what it never memorized.
So, I start to describe
People with their length and breadth
Or simply how can they be torturous.
I remember places with what they hold
On platters hastily served, on crowded roads.
And, how I remember trees and flowers!
My roving eyes try to draw comparisons
With color shades I've eluded from the start.
And, since no titles remain with me,
Feelings and tales are all I store.
So ask me what people, things or places I like
I'll describe to you a sight I have lived
In years bygone.
And such rich imagery clouds my eyes,
That the mockery you make
Of my memory isn't captured even a slight.