I lose it all the time
Soft silk through the spaces in between
I sit across the couch from you
As I try my best to recall my name
The street I live on
The number of plants in the room
Feet on the floor
Hands on my lap
How many breaths have I taken?
How many gaps in conversation?
You must be able to tell I’ve left the room
Without even getting out of my seat
Biting my bottom lip
Taking a sip of tea
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