Segment

            segment your lives,
       with different faces,
    locked them away
in different places,

My mind is storing,
           my thoughts,
        about you,
 But its all queued up,
for the morning deletion,

recalling the days,
of past mistakes,
      re-living them all,
            an afternoon haze,

by dispatching,
my blocking signals,
          I forget,
the nighttime riddles.