Every Day

Sometimes in my daily journal
I’ll remember something I forgot
And open the day one more time

To insert the missing passage or two
Knowing full well that I’ll never return
To read that entry ever again

Unless I need to look up
The thing I forgot to write the first time
Remembering that I remembered to write it

Or else it will be lost among the words
As it would have been had I never written
An empty space waiting to be found