I know you exist,
Somewhere in the haze of my memory,
And I watch you through the thickening fog,
Swirling past the gaps borne of the years that separate us,
Gathering between me and my gallery of ghosts,
The people I left behind,
Those relationships that ended at the gallows,
And those that still haunt me.
But here’s to you, you whose name I don’t remember,
You who are lost to me,
You whom the fog has swallowed, entire,
Never to surface again
In imperfect memory;
Maybe I still dream of you;
I wouldn’t know,
For when I close my eyes to think of you,
It is just the mask of the past I see,
Lonely and completely, utterly lost to me.
I have forgotten you.