A vignette for you Ms. Bennett is
a contrast to the norm. It’s stark.
It’s a sad story with strife mentality.
This poem’s nothing short of dark.
Let’s see, I met you while at potluck drunk.
But sadly, I couldn’t remember your name.
Then you brought up a dead dog story,
so recollection to a fetching game.
Yet, I didn’t remember and you gave me grief.
All I knew was that nameless association.
And even with a reggae star references,
my memory still faced disassociation.
As I got to know you, we learned what we have in common.
Even mentioning this in writing feel like something bold.
The stories we create are hushed,
because society deems them “best left untold.”