Thoughts like that noise

Almost but not quite out of hearing range

Got to remember … something?

Try to grasp it even as it recedes

Like trying to hold smoke

Grabbing handfuls of nothing

Left with the echoing silence

Of confusion

Doctors shrug their shoulders

Tell you to write everything down

As if life can be reduced to dot points

Friends and acquaintances look dubious

Assume laziness, stupidity

Your world shrinks

To a singularity of absence

Groping in the fog, crying out

Stop thief

Come back with my life