(The rhythm of this is something like a limerick. – Owen)

When I saw you recently down at the store,
My mind to the past was soon linking:
Remembering years that we shared the same bed
And wondering, what was I thinking?

I think that I loved you – I seem to recall –
But don’t recollect how it felt;
And now it seems madness, a kind of a flu,
That happened to somebody else

It’s nothing against you, I’m sure that you’re fine –
It is a trick memory does:
That I could be with you for so many years
And now can’t recall why I was