can i be the child i have long outgrown?
will you let me be her?
it is too late - you say.
but i don't recall anything of her.
its like it never happened.
i need 'her' to explain 'me'.
my protests fall on deaf ears.
the heart must learn
to live without memories,
the self, to coast without anchor.
life, to go on, unconsoled.
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