My past is something I cling to,
not because I fear the future,
but I fear memory loss.
I don't want to forget the friendships I've made,
The love, the loss, the simplicity and complications.
I fear that one day I will wake up
and not know who you are.
I will introduce myself to friends
as if they are strangers on the street,
and not dare to think that perhaps they
saved my life, or inspired me, or hurt me.
I cling to the past because of fear.
Without my memories I have nothing.
Wisdom, character, will power, caution.
I would be a helpless woman having to
re-learn the suffering and splendors of this life.
If I never meet you,
will it be easier to forget?
If I meet you,
will the past and present also meet?
Will they join together,
or drift even farther apart?
