“I Remember You”

I can’t remember my new neighbor’s name. I sometimes can’t keep track of what day it is. But I remember the first song I ever wrote when I was 11, the name of every girl I kissed as a boy and almost every woman now, except for a few that are shrouded in a drug and alcohol fog.

What brings this to mind is a dream I woke from about an hour ago. My ex wife, a dangerous little cutie who was my home wrecking partner in Stillwell Oklahoma, and my first love were all three in it. They all look strikingly alike, except my ex wife is far older than the other two, but physically holds her age quite well. And oddly enough two have the same birthday, October 27, but different years. The Oklahoma gal was also born in October as well, but a Libra, not a Scorpio like the other two.

At times, it was kind of creepy when I first got together with my ex wife because while being intimate I would really see the similarities to my high school sweetie and it freaked me out. That was sort of the jest of the dream. The three of them and I couldn’t tell which was which. From there it gets a wee bit weird, as dreams sometimes do. I won’t go into it, but it was strange enough to wake me.

The point of this is that I find it odd how I can forget so many things but have a perfect memory and  mirror play back of the tiniest things and details from long ago. One thing the dream has taught me, I need another Scorpio again. I just ended it with a Cancer, another water sign but I need another Scorpio, like myself. But hopefully not one who looks like anyone else I’ve ever had a thing with.

I’ve rattled long enough with this lame ass post, so now a song as I drink myself back to sleep. Hopefully a poem will come tomorrow, for now though, I Remember You,  by Skid Row.