No Works Cited

There is no contract,
no talisman or spell,
no premise,
no justification,
no works cited,
for who I still remember,
fondly or not,
with any frequency,
from that other life,
as much as there ever was one,

as much as I’d like to know
why certain people are so forgettable
and why certain people had such
impressions
on my psyche,
why it’s been the years it has since it happened yet
the vignette
is as clear as the November sky
on the days on which she opens her heart
and creates rubbing in the golden light
with fallen leaves.