Remember

Matthew’s wrist lies on the side of the armchair. He asks himself, what was his first car, where had he lived as a child. Near a forest, or a lake. Perhaps both, but he couldn’t be sure. He was sure of very little. He lifts himself from the patterned cushion, he walks to the window and he wonders when the day will come when he forgets Eleanor, dear Eleanor. His home, his past, everything. When he leaves this world with nothing at all Oh, it was an Audi, a light blue Audi. He smiled.