It happened
Am I remembering it
Or am I just remembering myself
Remembering it
I almost cherished
Not knowing why or how
But I still seek an explanation
Something’s happened
Over and over
Outside of one’s own control
Or desires
The pieces that are missing
Are they gone with good reason?
I would like to be honest about all of this
Because I know
What is right and what is wrong
What would I be
Were it not for my confessions
Doubts
Dreams
And my logic
Reputation
Empty holes
Truth
And lies
I am
Memory