You seemed surprised. Heaven knows why.
Perhaps you thought i was lying?
No! I don't remember you parked the car
(a pale blue Ford Fiesta built like a jam jar)
in front of the Hilton Hotel in '69.
"Needs a rest." You said.
Vest sticking out from your collar line.
Leaned out, called to door man
"Where's Trafalgar Square?"
Dressed in brown, fixing a glare
gold braided, buttoned
to within inches of his life,
hair carefully clipped,
his badge a supercilious smile.
"Fuck off, or your in the shit.
His Majesty The Aga Khan is behind,
with his entourage, you stupid git."
He thought our rusting
little fart of a car would make photos
of his outlandish limousine seem
not what they oughta.
No! I don't recall, but remember,
you paying for meticulous lessons in maths.
"Don't be daft. You'll go today.
Must be good cus I'm paying.
Proper education don't come free."
yet you couldn't see, it drew blanks with me,
clueless as a black hole
stalled in some "far away Universe".
Worse was the cursing from your tongue,
when i got the calculus wrong.
Its strange how vividly we recall
long ago events, and anyway
I've forgiven you for
those "things" from all our yesterdays,
so won't you forgive me
for what i "don't" remember
and so never wish to say?