Were you the person I imagine or were you a person I’d regret

Your image is almost nothing, yet I manage to picture you

The soft-spoken women who would hold me as I cry,

Or the selfish old lady who would leave me alone to suffer

My memories of you are like a blurred out face in a polaroid photo

The blur you are is like the constant static in my brain.

I want to believe that pieces of you reside in me,

Yet I have no recollection of you ever existing.

How could someone I’ve only seen in pictures be someone who is part of me

You’ve never been here for me,

yet you have memories of me that I’ll never remember.

You are a memory I’ll never be able to remember