I am separated
From the only person left
Who shares my memories

Separated –
By an ocean of ego
And grief

And I’m not sad about it…

I am angry.

Same side of two different coins,
No reconciliation to be had,
Nor peace.

But I make peace
With becoming the thing I
Always
Was
Anyway…

Orphan.
Alone.

My life a photo album
From a different place,
A time and space that exists
Now only in my head,
Memories that fast fade
Into oblivion.

I wonder who
Will mourn me
When I’m
Gone.