bad with names

I am so bad with names,

thing which threw me in strange situations,

many times when was important

to know who the fuck

I was speaking with.

but not remembering the name of single girl

I kissed?!

how to forget and forgive this?

well, is not really pushing me to call

and schedule an hour for psyhichological consultation,

but I am one step away to text

an old highshool friend and question him.

man, do you remind that blonde,

long hair, dark round eyes,

from the ten grade, chemistry class?

you don’t?

why not?

she was hot…

sometimes I wonder why I keep in touch

with these guys?

I cannot rely on them, on their memories,

to complete my missing ones.

it’s almost as in highschool,

you can’t rely on them.

always together, whenever,

in real, always alone.

I think her name starts with R.

or B?

mneah! damn my brain!

I am sure was a round letter,

like her big dark eyes,

her pink lips,

that mouth and tongue I taught

how to kiss boys.

hope she’s happy, there, into the world!