I swallowed my secrets, I sweat out the guilt, but then I woke up
And it was all still here
Piled and filed in arbitrary archives
Written consent, records, history, memories
Don’t you ever think about me?
Don’t you wonder what I do?
How I got here?
And why I can’t go back?
Your past will kill you
Confession only goes so far
It’s what you carry with you
The weight of age
The looking over your shoulder
The wondering.
I know you were outside my door
I saw you
So I scaled the wall
Surmounted the building
Signal me
Call to me
Look at me
My perennial point threaded through
My fingers, rooting me to the ground
If I was crossing the street
Would you drive toward me?

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