Ever since I was a child I yearned for those that I could not see again.
I remember the bad man. But sometimes he smiled and in my dreams he would smile at me. I never remembered him, really, as the broken person I knew him to be, even though I tried with everything I had to blame him for the world’s ills.
As I got older, I yearned to talk to the girl I left behind. How was your day? Did you pass that AP test? How many shirts did you iron for your uncle this month? Tell me why you liked that book you gave me.
Sometimes it wasn’t me. Ms. Karma would sit at my elbow, and let me tell you, she was a righteous woman, filled to the brim with everything I deserved and more.
I think, I think this is my nature. I am designed to simply be there, and when I’m not, it eats away at me, like an itch I can’t scratch. Some days, I stand on an island surrounded by an ocean of regret, but the waters are not my tears, they belong to others.
I can never forget, therefore I was not made to be forgotten.