Looking at my old photograph This young person in the photograph With smooth skin and a glint in his eyes Is he me? He was me, Not me now. I left him on my way And can’t or will go back to him. Everything in me has changed Even my thought. Not a single cell of mine was his. Every cell has metabolized to be a different cell. But I can’t disown him. In my gene is his memory And without him I would not be here. Time has left so many scratches in between. Those I cannot conceal. The scratches remind me He is the ghost of my past The one recognizable specter.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 17:09:28 +0000
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