Archive (Poetry)

(on finding a file full of old, forgotten poems)

Someone else wrote all these down —
another person used my name.
Ideas like weeds so wildly sown —
she’s left them here for me to claim.

They can’t be mine (or so it seems)
I turn the pages — read like new
odd lines escaped from younger dreams
that haunt and have me searching through

to find the culprit — who to blame
for my confusion — that strange sense
my thoughts are wandering again
(quite heedless of Time’s flimsy fence)

so find myself down memory lane...
A shady figure beckons there —
some likeness flickers plain as plain
and curious I stop and stare

where I once roamed long years ago —
relive lost moments one by one
still captured here so I might know
the me I was — that girl now gone.