remember

do you even remember who i am?

some would tell me this is a selfish question. but i wonder. as i walk through the days without you, where you are. who you're with. how i can be there, too.

and i try to find my way, navigate the darkness

and sometimes, i see glimpses of light. i remember and wonder if i must force myself to forget. to let go. to move on.

it hasn't been long, yet it's been a lifetime. the weary world drags on, and i try to make a place in it. for myself, soon, by myself.

and i ask myself this, do you even remember who i am?

will all these questions be answered in an instant, or am i just to let them go, so many bottles full of notes cast to sea?

i want to remember.

i want you to remember me.