I am used to write in ink friends
but
when I write
my pen drips water.
misty drops speading timidly
across the paper.
To write of things past
water is best
I am poor keeper of times.
What happened first
I never know.
So I believe what memories say.
But when lots throng to say
I am the first,
baffled i go for the one that creeps in
stealthily, corruptly.
I write memories in water friends
and that may be why I can never tell a face from another
a touch from another or....
Forgive me
a poor keeper of times.