Let us look through your memories
Shall we?
What will we find?
Let’s pull apart your life,
Stringing it like a cassette tape.
We’ll rewind and fast foreword.
But there’s no stop.
No pause.
No erase.
And here’s the first time you were called fat.
The first time you realized
Your friends were never there
When you unwove and blew away into the breeze.
Flown to the four corners of the earth.
When you were so broken
Even the pieces didn’t fit back together.
Here lies the memory of being pulled apart,
One string at a time.
Your identity, your meaning, your life.
Taken by family, lack of motivation and scornful glares.
And we find all these memories
Under a thin coat of regret
Easily penetrated
By another thought gone bad.
Sadly, but true
All these we find make up you.