Lost Memory

There was a moment
When I saw something
A detail
And I was going to write it down
And describe it
So that anyone who hadn’t seen it
Hadn’t lived it
Would know it
Just by the words I chose
Like I had some comic book superpower
And you could be inside of me
And know what I knew
All because I could choose the right words
In the right order
Pluck them out of the mist
Or my brain or my soul or wherever words live
And drape them just so
Upon a page
But so many things happened
Between that moment and this
That I can’t even tell myself
What I saw
Now it will be a secret forever
From everyone.