I remember
the past
as if it were
some one else’s
story
as if I
were some one
other than me
those days
and days
of years
the many nights
the horrible “mornings”
of the afternoon
washed clean away
by different thoughts
other actions
I remember a time
when I was
some one else
when I told
a different story
I remember as if
read in a novel
or seen in a film
I remember
so as not to forget
so as not to become
what I’ve been
what was left behind
(D. James)
