Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Not

 Forget-Me-Not

Whoever you were to be
you cut a straight road
into the mountain of our fears.
Whoever you were to be
you left a mark on our world
but our world
was never your world
even as you sought to wear its cloak
struggled to master its atmosphere.

Pulled in on yourself,
a mouth never to sing
shell-pink, un-bitten fingernails
face of dreams.

Valiant swimmer
in a teacup of tears.

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