you - poem

what if there is no
place to go back to?

a sudden wall erected –
blocking past
and self.

all influences smashing up against it at a sprint – too fast
to pull up
and stop
lost
now

caught only as strangers
on the street –
a study of reactions, carefully observed,
yes,
observed as object,
yes

but never understood
never known
no comprehension

just a picture of a moment of a time you don’t
remember

but it’s not
you
it’s the man
that was

is

was

is




is there a core of you-ness?
or is that you only a web,
a connected span of memories
and shared conversations –

times spent with

times had with

times shared and loved with

love made with







now
the holes just open up and open up wider
and the who you were slips in
untouched
by any of it



they

can only remember a ghost –
the singing memory of a you shining in their minds

but a you blacked out to nothing
whispers silently in yours

there is no place to go back to


there is only now
and the next moment
and the
next
and
the
next

till somehow there are enough moments
accumulated
to make
a life


you
as
you
are