He remembered nothing about everything
And that was actually okay
The rather perfect case of chronic anxiety, posttraumatic stress
All hands on deck when needs be, then freer than free when met with the chance of those awful memories
A part of the brain working over-time, pin-pointing what was necessary
The other part giving up on the old ghost altogether
This posed the perfect question, something of a sublime intervention
Just don’t mention the war… ever
Some bottom drawers are best left closed however much they may appear to have been disposed of