Persona Poem

There was a time, not long ago

When we were one.

Infused to be, something far more than friends.

I was life, and you…

You were freedom.

You gave me more than movement, you gave me purpose.

In all the world, I was the air you chose to breathe.

Not some aimless breeze,

not some heartless gale.

I was gentle. I was care.

Given life through need, through gentle acceptance.

But as with all, not meant to last.

You cast me out so simply,

without a second thought.

Too sudden was this moment, from joy and back again.

Who could be ready?

Who could be willing, to leave your beating heart?

Not I.

So now I cling.

I cling to distant memory.

Locked between what I was,

and what I can become.

Too afraid to forget

Too afraid to let you go.

Yet still gravity wins over.

I fall indiscriminately.

Uncertain of where I’m going.

Bounced from one reality to the next.

I tumble.

Down, and

Down,

I go.

All the while collecting, collecting those who are just like me.

Taken up and cast away.

Wanting to move on, but too afraid.

Too afraid to forget you.

For not everyone can move on so quickly,

as quickly as you forgot me:

The air you chose to breath.