Last night I wrote a poem inside of my head.
I didn't use paper because I was already in bed.
I just now remembered it existed at all.
But what it was about, I can no longer recall.
I think that I thought that it was quite good.
I cannot recollect it, I wish that I could.
Tonight I'll leave a pen and some paper nearby.
So I won't have to stir if another comes to mind.
Little is worse than forgetting sweet thoughts.
My heart truly breaks for the words who are lost.