Clingy

Over the past few days, I've noticed the thoughts in my mind come and go, like clouds drifting in the sky from west to east. But this afternoon I had a brain cramp at work, and forgot something I had just done a minute earlier. And the look I garnered for that was priceless. So why do I hang on to it? Why haven't I let it drift off toward the sea? I don't know. Maybe it was the look I got that I can't shake. But how much does it really matter? It doesn't. So stop writing about it and walk away.