An apolgy for forgotten past

Rapid flashes of memories:
memoirs of drunken stupor,
deeds forgotten in bouts of imposed amnesia
Seep in back into consciousness;
With stark and piercing daylight.

The night of yesterday is past;
Half forgotten, half remembered
Lost it is in dungeons of space
and in the cruel current of time.
But ahh the flashes…
The flashes return to haunt me
In the prosaic day of chaotic chores.

With the flashes, in bits and pieces
Yester night is revealed.

The night was dark and noisy
It is now I remember…
And I was intoxicated by
wine, by your sweet smell, by you
or may be by just your being there.

This is no excuse I know for
The committed insanities or
For the wild fever and fervor
I was in…but it was you
Who brewed the broth of passion
And then stepped back to
Slyly gaze, smile and smirk.

A night past and now
I wake up alone, neither you
nor the stupor, neither the passion
nor the feaver.
My heart empty is as empty as
My pale outstretched palm
And my mind burdened with guilt
And my eyes are filled with flashes.
Of bits and pieces of forgotten tale.

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