Here's to all the things that I'll never remember.
The moments that will pass from my memory like pennies from my pockets.
Here's to the sunsets, the clouds, and the colors that paint my picture.
To the long plane rides over sleeping cities and silent seas.
Here's to the summers of my yesteryears, and the salty taste of hidden tears
To the truths where a lie stood instead, and the confessions that went unsaid.
Here's to the long nights where I lost myself in the stars above.
and to the nights where I swam in the delight of another.
For all those times I'll never remember and you'll never see.
Here's to the things I've forgotten that made me, me.
--- Article Notes ---
I found this poem I wrote in my Meanwhile folder on my computer in June 2020 after I refreshed the site. It doesn't qualify as an 'unfinished Meanwhile' but I decided to put it here because it was in the same folder as a few unfinished meanwhiles and subject outlines. I think this was an inspired after I watched a documentary about a man who lost his memory. It got me thinking about the idea of what exactly makes someone who they are.