I Forgot Already

I’m halfway up the stairs

and completely blank.

I know I came up here

for…

something.

I pause dramatically,

like that will jog my memory.

It doesn’t.

My hand grips the railing

like it has answers.

It doesn’t.

I try retracing my steps

while standing still.

Nothing.

My brain offers helpful thoughts like:

where’s your phone?

did you lock the door?

did you feed your dog?

can cereal be considered soup?

None of these

explain why I’m here.

I sigh,

turn around,

tell myself I’ll remember later.

I won’t.

And if I do,

I’ll forget I was remembering.