All I Need

Memory memorandum and me

Filling my empty head and calling it a life

Dry hope leading me to dream about the past

And being my favorite thing to wish for.

Longing forever for things that were and never for what is.

The past lives only in the nape of my neck

And holds itself as my beckoning.

I thirst so heavily to remember clearly.

And to never forget.

My memory is prickly and gives me something to grasp

Even if my fingers end up aching and empty.

It itches at my knees

And is the sweat on my forehead and palms.

My memory is a parched throat and a drop of water

Split in two.

My memory is holding my hand

And leaving bruises on my thumbs.

It is what leads me to edge

And catches me at every ankle breaking leap.

It is everything that I was,

And is becoming everything that I am.

No one loves me more.