“The Disappointed” / Memorable Fancies #4163

[“I tried in vain to grope my way toward a few scattered scraps of memory.” – Maël Renouard]

       How did those memories become scraps? I must have ‘disappointed’ my friends, a word they like to use on me. They were ‘disappointed’ – that deadly word – in something I’d done, or hadn’t done, or some friend I wasn’t supposed to have, who’d recently been picked up and questioned.

       But who ’appointed’ them in the first place?

       I think I’ll go with the scraps.

       I’m putting them together any way I want to,

       To ‘appoint’ me, as I swear not to ‘dis-appoint’!

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