There is a feeling in your knees like they just don’t want to work
Because they remember last night better than your brain.
Wondering, you scrape the back of your mind
Exploring every morsel of memory trying to get a proper bite.
You remember being somewhere, somehow,
Without knowing for sure how somehow you got there.
Your face searches to the left, willing a flash of light
And you bury your eyes in your hands again hiding from the unknown.
Something is vivid but only for a second,
Too soon it’s gone again leaving just the whiff of a clue,
And that aching feeling in your knees;
a reminder of a fuzzy night.