Shelf-life

On the shelves of my brain

sat the genres

of balloons and smiles

in the beach days.

To the right, those uncaring and reckless

young and rebel.

Sinking down

to the mirage of happiness

with someone else.

That scandalous corner.

Those excuses.

That reason.

Only reason.

Who won?

Who’s left?

You are cunning

Time, and unfailing

To settle dust every time

I try cleaning

I try… I try…

To shuffle the shelves

Rearrange the order

Such routine.

And then they blame that malady- Memory.