Who I Might Have Been
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Who I Might Have Been
David J Walker
Ever since
You came home
Things haven’t been
The same
Things that I remembered
Have been rearranged or
Discarded/hidden
in the mounds of dead leaves
Beneath the dying trees
of my youth
A small fire lit under the
rotting truth
Of that which can be set free by flames
Then who’s to say what they might have been
Ever since
You came home.
My bathroom mirror has cracked
Into a fractal filter
I spend my mornings deciding
Who I might have been
today
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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