Long ago, you knew me. I was a different person. Happy. Blissfully in love with you.
But now, all of that is forgotten. I don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t remember what it was like to be happy.
I was hit with reality and lost everything else.
I’m nothing more than a memory.
And I’m forgotten.
A skeleton of my former self. A jumble of missing pieces that can’t be glued back together again.
This is me now.
I’m a memory.
I am forgotten.
And this skeleton is all that remains of me.
© Sarah Doughty