I wish you could remember me,
As I’ve forgotten me,
Into the fragmented but workable construct,
I call my identity.
If only I could contextualize,
And re-frame all my mistakes,
What a Saint I’d be.
But time has plotted against me,
And insisted on persistence,
In ignorance of my request.
You dissipated like the morning dew:
An unspoiled dream,
Gone before I knew it was waiting.
You didn’t leave a note,
Not that you’d need to,
Remind me where I had lost you.
I want to reach out to your ghost,
Repeatedly futile though it may be,
To pull you close.
But you won’t ever be there,
Since I wasn’t even there,
When you needed me.
I hope you’ve forgotten me,
As I’ve forgiven me,
In the patchwork framework,
I call my history.
Wow