In the fourth dimensional darkness,
I stare into space and see
a pair of cerulean eyes staring back at me.
As I tremble gazing into starkness,
that nondescript hidden void,
I close the kitchen cupboard door
feeling rather annoyed.
My memory, it’s very poor.
I’d forgotten what I’d gone there for.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2018