You move, shift, change.
What, who, are you now?
How could I not know,
I who knew you best?
How could I forget so much?
The things that I thought
Were me, have vanished.
It's like forgetting to breathe.
How can you miss
What you forgot?
How can you have
What you do not?
I kept it all this time,
Secretly guarding it.
I did not know I was
Guarding it from myself.
But how can I find it,
And how can I not?
Will I remember me,
Or be who I am not?
this is a terrific piece of thinking
Angelina:
The Q&A format is very effective for setting the tone and keeping the reader focused on the speaker's inner struggle. Good stuff.
Joe
Nicely done, Angelia, I thoroughly enjoyed this one.
Les
Now now Peterific, you know I don't think. ;-) love ya!
Joe, thanks muchly. I appreciate the feedback.
Les, you "thoroughly" enjoyed it? Well well well, you must be getting desperate for something to enjoy. Thanks for your ever kind words.
Angelia