What am I to you now?
Just a blip in your spotless record?
A haphazard mistake, scribbled out?
A first draft screwed (up), and trashed?
A dull detour from your crazy-paved path?
Perhaps I am The One who got away?
The erasure that left a gap in your fairytale?
A glimmer of inspiration too hastily discarded?
The U-turn that drove you to disorientation?
Do you avoid thought of me,
Or am I scrubbed clean from your memory?
Do you regret me…
Or rejecting me?
Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017
This poem is somewhat intended as a “sequel” to my previous poem Questions for the First – click to read!
