Poetry: There was a problem

There was a problem

it has been resolved, now,
but there was a problem.
It distracted me.
I was not thinking
about my obligations,
about any of it.
I had other matters 
needing my attention.
As I said, it is fine,
it just distracted me.
If not for that, I think,
I would have remembered.

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