My Life

I have a lot of stupid questions that I keep trying to ask.


My Life


A long time has passed since we last talked,

I can’t imagine the last time my name popped into your head.

We were young,

Everything meant so much and so little.

Especially in retrospect.

When we can see how small life was.

How small the scope of our vision,

And how superfluous our responses were.


I thought of you today,

For some reason, or no reason,

Just because it happens from time to time.

I still miss what it feels like to be confused and in love,

And not in love and young.

Sharing so many moments with you.


There is a gulf so large,

I will never be able to reach across it.

Pull you back to me, or join you on the other side.

I didn’t think about how much life can change.

Ten years is so long.

I can’t think about ten years.

When I visit the images and the memories,

It feels like a handful of moments between me now and me then.

Like I can touch you.


I’m sorry.



If I can add myself to another person I may become someone,

But only if I am aware of my decision to halve me.

Once I decide to rid myself of parts that formed me formerly,

Will I start seeing the end product of hours of thought.

When removed from the current period of time,

I will learn how much is determined.

I am picked up and placed somewhere I’ve never imagined,

Who is alive here?

What is its name?