He took a look around my room
was declared to be very me.
Stumbled upon my cologne and quickly corrected
this is very you”.
The way he said it, I was already a memory
standing right in front of him. Was I?
Deemed an inanimate object made me
small and lifeless
He put it down without even smelling it, as if he didn’t know
W H Y
he bothered picking it up in the first place.
I now live in his memory alone. Am I even flesh?
Some remote mausoleum in the corner of his mind
mere feet away from .