Will you come see me

When the strings collapse

And there’s nothing there
But a fragile old-

Should I call it
Memory
Or should I just call it
Me?

Will you be surprised

By whatever it will be
Or will you already know
Judging by the half-finished letters
Of long ago.

If I could fathom a meaning

Construct it, maybe-
I would
Instead of trailing away
Into nothingness-
Remember how
Once upon a time you wanted
Everything and I, nothing.

The idyll is corrupt

From where I stand.

Will you come see me

Will you understand?