My Memories of You
I have suppressed my memories of you
As well as all my childhood, so what's left
Is bits and pieces of a life, bereft
Of meaning, continuity, or glue.
When people speak, I don't know what is true
And what is simply wild thoughts without heft,
Detritus, injury, and outright theft.
Let's pray for answers now. Pull up a pew.
I know that when we met I wasn't clear
About love, passion, and catastrophe:
They all appeared identical to me,
So telling friendliness apart from fear
Became impossible. You have my ear,
But not my trust again. Just let that be.
As well as all my childhood, so what's left
Is bits and pieces of a life, bereft
Of meaning, continuity, or glue.
When people speak, I don't know what is true
And what is simply wild thoughts without heft,
Detritus, injury, and outright theft.
Let's pray for answers now. Pull up a pew.
I know that when we met I wasn't clear
About love, passion, and catastrophe:
They all appeared identical to me,
So telling friendliness apart from fear
Became impossible. You have my ear,
But not my trust again. Just let that be.
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