Long Lost

No matter how at peace 

I become with myself, 

I wonder how I’m remembered

How the tiny bits of my soul

Are digested; my impressions

Did I bare enough? 

I can’t bear too much

Be easy with me

It is on myself I find that I’m most rough.

Self-assurance aside

Perhaps it’s a case of pride

A simple curiosity

Rooted in adversity

Or maybe just free

Weightless 

in the clouds,

Swaying

in the breeze.

If we all share this wonder

Let me put yours at ease

What I remember most of you;

That giant smile; it filled your cheeks

A kindness seeped

From the twinkle in your eyes

To the words you’d speak

Be proud of that.

We were all assholes back then, way back when.

But not you

warmth was all you knew.