Forgotten Words

Days blur as I chase a name,

it dances just beyond my reach,

a flicker on the tip of my tongue,

a shadow that eludes light,

I scribble thoughts on paper, frantic strokes,

but the word slips back, hidden in whispers.

Conversations flow around me,

everyone smiles, but I stand alone,

grasping at phantoms, frustration thickening air,

the whiteboard is a battlefield of letters,

yet the heart of the matter remains blank,

a silent plea, haunting as the fading ink.