Sunday, when I called you

and I had to let you go

because I’d arrived at my dad’s,

I said I would re-call you in the afternoon.

I found my dad in the cafeteria

and he didn’t recall or wouldn’t say

that he’d already eaten the brunch.

The waitress told me.

So, I rapidly ate something myself

and then went off to wait for him to finish up with his friend.

I said I’d meet him back at his apartment.

He didn’t show up.

He forgot me

and went to see another friend,

whom he’d forgotten plays bridge on Sunday

and she shooed him away.

By that time I’d given up

and took off

and went home

and slept the afternoon

and did my own forgetting

and I didn’t call you back.

Parallel flaws in recalls

yet not quite the same.

Anyway, I am sorry I forgot

but I remember I forgot.

Another time we must chat

and fill in the blanks

and write a new book.