Last night

Last night I had a thought
Now it’s gone
The memory of its remains
Frustrating to remember the elation
But not the elater

A simple arrangement of words
Meaning beyond their number
A double and a third hidden code
No longer mine
A finding not to share

I know it was about something
I think it was hope
But maybe not
No note
No hope

Awake in bed
Time ticked
My brain adrift
The monkey typed away
And when sleep resumed
Backspace, gone