The Offer

 I rubbed the magic box
It produced a rather strange Jin
With a rather strange offer
No three wishes as I expected
He would give me 1 year
Of perfect happiness but
After the year was over
I would not remember
A single thing about it
And would be returned
To my current existence
None the wiser about it
No memories, no nothing
I thought long and hard
1 year would be pointless
Happiness without memories
Is like living without oxygen
Happiness is like the bricks
With memories being the cement
I tried to negotiate the terms
But he was unmoveable and
Despite his cheery disposition
I refused his strange offer
And put him back in the box
For the next fool