Myself
Running, running,
Trying to find myself –
But who am I?
Where am I?
If I don’t know
Where I’ve been
How can I find me?
Have I disappeared
Between here and there?
Between there and here?
The calendar is empty,
The spaces blank.
Time runs backward
Past things left undone,
Words never spoken.
Places almost forgotten,
People I don’t remember.
Birds have eaten
The trail of crumbs,
And I can’t find my way.
The wind whispers,
“Don’t go back.
There are only regrets.”
But I don’t believe it.
The memories are warped
By time and space
But they are more clear
To me than reality.
And then I see her.
The child I was is there,
Hiding in the apple tree
With the forked branches,
Right where I left her.
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