I emerged into this forsaken world,
desperately trying to find a hand to hold,
my own hand,
but its rivets and the convoluted pieces of time
have torn apart a memory of who I once was.
I am not getting that back,
but I wish I could go back and tell her
we did it! we made it through!
maybe her absence wouldn't be so noticeable then,
I could unshackle the remnants of the dream
I built in my sleep.