One of These Days

One of these days,
it’ll take you a minute to
remember everyone’s name.
It’ll be a few minutes before
you remember the name of
the kid with the greasy hair
who sat behind you in maths
and left the grease mark on
the window, and it’ll take you
a minute to remember how
you and a few others used to
mock him behind his back
for the way he and his friend
never showered.

And one of these days,
it’ll take you a minute to
remember the first movie
you downloaded for yourself.
It was directed by John Hughes,
do you remember it now?

And one of these days,
it’ll take you a minute to
name all the teachers you had
in high school, if you can
remember all their names at all.
Please try to remember them;
even though they probably don’t
remember you at all.

And one of these days,
it’ll take you an hour to
remember the name of that girl
who you had the massive crush on
back when you were sixteen.
Do you remember her?
Please tell me you remember her.

And one of these days,
it’ll take a few minutes to
realise why you wagged that
one day in the middle of August.
Do you at least remember that?

And one of these days,
it’ll take you a moment to
realise why you never liked
that one teacher.

And one of these days,
it’ll take you a moment to
remember what you were
doing it all for, but I’m sure
it’ll come to you eventually,
and I hope I’m there,
in the back of your mind,
when it does.