Tight Ropes

Is it time to forget?
I keep thinking
it might be
but then I cant.
I’m stuck like
spiderwebs and sap
and these pieces
are hanging on
by a thread.
Here I go again
off on this tightrope
of life
and it’s wrapped
around my neck
like a tight rope
and won’t let me go.
So pick up
my picture
and remember my pieces
so that I can finally
forget yours
or we will both
be doomed
to purgatorial yearning
that only sprouts pain
instead of life.
I don’t know
but that picture
might make you see
who I am
instead of who
I forgot to be.