Sometimes I worry that I will forget
Forget what I know,
what I’ve learned,
who I am.
That the amnesia will take over
and it’ll become me
and I’ll be gone forever.

But if a memory escapes my mind
who am I to keep it prisoner?
Perhaps if a moment goes
and takes its memory with it
then the memory was never mine to begin with
and belonged to the moment instead?

So I’m not losing myself at all
because I am what remains
when all else is forgotten.

8.VII.21