Memory

Writing them down in blue ink,

And pink slips.

The things I mustn't forget,

Lists big and small.

Of the things I've yet to do,

And the deadlines to be met.

And the grocery list from last week,

I'm not sure why it's still up there.

No purpose to serve,

No reason to exist.

Just a pointless reminder of the fact.

That last week I ran out of milk.

I'm not sure why my hands hesitate,

When trying to take it down.

I know they shouldn't,

Maybe I'll just take it down tomorrow.