Memory

I don't remember much,
But I'm told that's a good thing.
I remember the tears,
and the hits.
I don't remember any fun.
There was something about a fair,
or maybe just a park.
I remember crying on the couch.

I don't remember much,
But I'm told that's a good thing.
I don't remember leaving,
packing,
or unpacking at the new house.

There's something about my past that makes my brain go dead,
draw a blank,
a long blank
But maybe that's a good thing.