Treading Memory

what you had been
who you were
gone from me for
so long
the old you
dead forever like
you were never here
but you were
and you are
you still are. You are
in every corner of moving on
like a beast from the abyss
latched to my ankles, not
drowning me
just holding me back
from landfall, from docking
from being able to dry out
in the sun
get up
and walk away

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