Yesterday my husband put the app *Shazam on my cell phone

(*A method of identifying music simply by holding the phone

Up to a speaker to catch the song’s lyrics)

I left the room defeated and purposeless

Something else for which my brain does not have to work

There are days taken up in battle with forgetfulness

Days that end in celebration of memory’s grace

Now, what will I do

To replace that struggle

With a memory reticent

Holding on to those

Blessings only

To let go

In the upwelling of silence

In rooms wallpapered with lyrics that sing

The long fable of my youth