I continued through the dust and debris
Hearing voices, faint and unrecognizable
Adults, children, trapped
Had I left them in my memory that long?
Were they me?
Am I saving myself?
I swear I didn’t mean to leave you there
When my multi-story facade collapsed
Into a pile of yesterday
What a fab metaphor! Dreaming, waking, these voices continue to bring memories and internal concern. Terrific!
I agree with jturek! Similar to your tree poem, I like how you personify memory and decisions and the facets of life. Great metaphorical questions and meanderings…