My Anomoia

 my anemoia 

I forget everything I read 

it filters back as feeling 

maybe I’m doing 

the right thing 

I don’t get nostalgic 

I’m not coming back 

it was bad enough once, 

just embarrassing  

I just miss what 

I never had 

with a sweetness 

a sunset 

I miss what 

I always felt 

my life should be 

like I wrote it myself

there are your 

pulsing questions 

random stars 

in the dark 

I pretend to focus 

sending telepathic 

messages 

decoded at once