Unforgotten
A requiem for remembering
Acknowledge
what was: past experiences
circumstances birthed
that took form then turned
soft from repeated handling,
became watered down
by the washing of my hands
as I tried to absolve my part
in their end,
what was never meant to be: dreams
that didn’t come
to pass, not near as brilliant
as the day I designed them,
colors smudged with fingerprints
always fresh from feeling
them over, today and every day,
like times never lived
but remembered
Closer maybe
are the clouded memories
that upon recollection are recent
and is the future I wished for
that didn’t unfold but fell, collapsing
back to the point here
where I recall foreseeing it,
than is the truth, deep inside
the layers of looking back
upon looking back
through my life
and how I handled the things
that were given to me
