In olden days,
when my desk top was a repurposed white door
atop a couple of bureaus we’d found,
I would discover beautiful girls and women,
take note of their names,
and write them down on my desk
for future reference.

I don’t remember ever checking them again afterward,
but it was good to know I had stored the information,
in case I ever needed it.

Thinking about it,
I recall working mostly in pencil,
so the names that were written over multiple years
would have surely faded over time.
Since I never checked up on the data
– not even to look at my atrocious handwriting –
I’d never know if I could retrieve the info later.

When we got rid of the desk a decade ago,
I don’t recall seeing any extant names on it.
Too much time had passed.

I wonder who those wonderful women
might have been?