Melissa A. Wabnitz lives and writes in Austin, Texas.
Forgotten
By Melissa A. Wabnitz
I have forgotten who I am.
I have forgotten who I am.
I have forgotten the sound of my laughter,
noises foreign like cedillas in the pitch black night.
I can’t recall what it feels like to hold a hand, touch.
Intimacy.
I have forgotten who I am.
I have neglected to pay bills on time,
remember to shake with my right, not the left hand,
dance with my friends,
close motions on an empty and blinding floor,
breathing.
I have forgotten who I used to be.
That person whom you knew, whom you wanted to be,
tired—I am.
And I have been forgotten.
A haunting, nicely composed piece. Kudos to Ms. Wabnitz.
HGL
Emotion is made palpable
Well done, Melissa.
Very depressing.