the loss of the known

The loss of the known
 
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along  
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going  
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
 
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall  
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
 I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up  
to fill in the blanks.
 
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog  
walking down a road he had never been to before; his mother  
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now he was alone and lacked a compass.