What were their names?
Your legacy even then
held an omen of
mutual forgetfulness.
You loved others.
I wasn't first or last.
I knew that.
I can't remember their names.
I got lost, so lost
took rash advice
left myself
came back angry
empty.
I can't cut anymore
said the doctor
after this, it's all coming out.
I closed up shop,
cried for so many things
but none of them helped.
I stopped crying. Just stopped.
Then, solitary,
I began to move
through the world.
That worked, is working
more than anything else.
I cannot remember their names.
And that's such a joy.
