Forgotten with Time

A short poetic tragedy piece I wrote, just came to mind one day..

I’ve tripped and found myself afraid you’d suddenly sit up, stretch,
and fail to recognize me
I orbited this as a comet does,
drifting aimlessly but with reason.
Our histories trailing behind us,

casting a solar wind of diverse colors on passing fellow orbiting bodies.
The geography telling one story, 

where you saw galaxies,

I saw dust,

as the same with me

though the binding of liveliness

I don’t know the name of the passing systems

but it seems to have been several years of the makeup.

I can lift this bottle to my ear

and all there is to hear

are replicated sights of land filled thoughts.

This place seems always half-imagined.

Even the rocks and water will blur 

when seen through the correct eyes. 

From here,

I understand there is no time

to turn back to the past.

Even though 

I wake in false dawns

Finding everything around me changed,

I still see the single star 

I've discovered bright.

It is an attraction that is true and constant.

Will I be forgotten with time? 

Reviews

[clisa]

I loved the imagery of the comet that you weave throughout this work.