Amnesia

It was on...someday.
I forget when precisely.
I woke from a deep slumber
To find the sky drizzly

The fireplace had lost its ember,
A wispy chill did surround me.
My dream...I could not remember.
The memory of it, now debris.

I beheld my starkly lone bed.
Who was here before?
I faintly recalled words...unsaid,
Words of some quaint folklore.

She isn’t here now...I perceived
The half-remembered face
In my mind. Psyche aggrieved,
When her footsteps he could not trace.

Her moist footprints slowly evanesced.
My afeared Psyche blenched, distraught
“Mnemosyne”!! He bellowed her name.
In the blinding darkness, help he sought.

“Will you help me, Ariadne?”
“Help me navigate this Tophet of Amnesia”
“Unspool your yarn, I pray”
My Psyche pleaded, steering through dystopia.

It was on...that day
My sweet Mnemosyne went free.
She grew wings of time,
Taking flight she left me.

Her soft kisses lingered,
An electric bulb’s afterglow.
She took her nine offsprings,
Left the palace of shrivelled mistletoe.

Please help me, Ariadne,
Guide through my fragmented mind.
A labyrinth of unending chaos.
Help me find her, for this Theseus is blind.

She was the chronicler of my past.
Without her, my journal’s a palimpsest,
My memory turns to inkblots,
And my thoughts to raging tempest.