Short-Term Instead

you once understood me

down to the slightest

crease in my flesh

but if this is true,

then how is it possible

that you now,

don't know me at all?

you pushed me behind

as if under a bus

to hold together your past

when holding onto us

went to the back burner.

you moved forward

and that's fine

but you forgot

and for that, I can

not.

Solitude

sometimes i just need my past

to not feel

like the past

I just want to relive

some of what I was

forced

to leave behind

I want to know it still

exists

and hasn't been forgotten

I want to know

it had some meaning

to someone else but me

I need to know

that you remember

because I don't know if I can

alone