you know those days
you lost your keys
even though you know
where they are supposed to be
by your wallet , on the chair
by the glasses you sat on - again
maybe your afraid of the misplaced words
little relief watching your friends
struggling to find them too
you know , like that girl , in that movie
you know
or is it your getting old
feeling the shiver of a ghost
like your father , and his blind rage
dominoes across the floor
its not that they hurt
or that they broke anything
this time
it was the look in his eyes
wondering
what just happened
and why your crying
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral