Already Downstairs

I could have sworn

I came down the stairs

for something or the other

but if I did,

I'd probably lose my head. Because as soon as I leapt

off that last step, I had

already forgotten

the reason why I came.

Marching feet travelling up

the smooth staircase, with crunched eyebrows and pouty lips; a confused face I wear.

I plant one foot on the bed

In a classic thinking man pose,

I squint my eyes and my mind says, "Okay! I made it up to my

room again! Now, try to remember

what you forgot to get

when you were already downstairs."