Like Yesterday

 The older I get the hazier my memories get
I’ve got to a stage where I need prompting
Ticket stubs, programmes and photographs
Slide shows and 7mm home movie shows
The occasional discussion with a family member
Can sometimes make things come flooding back
Do you remember dancing bears, I do
Do you remember motorcycle speedway?
Do you remember real rock n roll concerts?
Coffee shops and copious Pepsi drinking
Brothel creepers, drainpipes and bootlace ties
Dansette portable record players and needles
She looked at me with a steely stare;
“Do you remember our wedding?”
“Of course I do, how could I forget?”
“What date was it held?”
“Erm, wait, it will come, October 30th”
“November 30th I think you’ll find”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Well how could I forget that day?”
“Yeah, it was special”
“Yeah, you stayed sober for once!”
“I was living in fear of your mother”
“She was living in disgust of you”
“She wasn’t alone in that thought”
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”
“Oh, nothing really”
“I’ll nothing you ya gobshite”
“Don’t fuckin start my memory isn’t good”
“Just like you then; No good”
“Is there any point to this argument?”
“Ok! Smartass, you say it was a special day?”
“Of course it was.”
“Do you remember or specially written vows?”
“Of course I do.”
“Ok! Could you recite them right now?”
“Of course I could.”
“Well then; I am waiting.”
“I bet you couldn’t either”
“I could remember much more than you”

“I tell you what I do remember,
I remember now how much I hate you,
I remember you were always a cunt,
And I just  remembered
I want a fuckin divorce.”