Memory

A howling mess,
He stunk of alcohol,
But we got through,
Mum and I, we left and I grew up,
Unsure of a world closing in,
What are you meant to do?
I had most of what I wanted,
But still didn't know what was needed,
So the years kept saying hello and went on by,
Never coming back like a flakey friend,
And there I was, all that I knew,
Everyone I knew, all the memories I had,
All those places, those sights and smells,
Those touches and good warm times,
There I was standing, with no one,
As if nothing existed, like my past was a dream,
Because that's what it felt like,
Like it never happened,
Because everything was gone,,
Unless my memory counted.