Precaution.

I forgot the last thing I was worried about,
but I feel like it happens a week from now.
There were mental notes of something to do
- foreboding forearmed by a month or two,
but it's gone now, straight off the to-do list.
Only a feeling is left, perhaps. A definite memory,
caught in the catch of a worry that's flown,
leaving only a sense like a bodiless chalk
outline on the floor. No plea, no defense,
no broken latch, no clue, no idea who's
meant to lie down
and let out their blood
as evidence - and patiently wait
for a knock at the door. I suppose,
next time I should jot down a note
so I'll know what to worry about,
just in case it's you. Not you,
surely no not that! I hope