I pulled everything out;
The bag, cables, lights, lenses and body;
Just to see if I could do it from memory.
What does this do, where is the other cable, why don’t I remember?
I felt ridiculous to feel so out of place,
That I had I no idea what I was doing or trying to say.
Do we really forget?
Does something new replace the old, or, do we put it in another place?
What and how much did I move?
“Sometimes we become blind in the people or things we once loved by our own selfishness.”
“This, my dear friend, is what they don’t tell you.”