Grief like a costume
Pointed to the world
And said: It is receding!
The trees are moving away!
My mind cannot hold on
To the past, even the best parts
Some of the things I recount
You tell me happened to someone else
And I cannot claim them as mine
Did I not sleepwalk?
Did I not jaywalk that time
And get almost run over?
Did I not dream what job you would land
A month before the offer came?
Did not the clock stop running
When my father left this place for good?
If my memories are not my own
Where will I be when I wake up?
How will I know I am home?
Do not worry, someone will be around
To help you navigate the vanishing world
Hands will reach out when you fall
And when night falls, darkness arrives like grace.
