I started writing the title,
then I was distracted by squirrels,
or a butterfly, or the like,
and when I came back,
my title to finish,
I had forgotten,
I had a lack
of knowledge
as to what it was;
the title,
nor the poem,
remained in my head;
and, now, the one word
that still stands true,
looks at me with a weary expression,
and I cannot answer it.
