Encyclopedia of Self

You see,

I've drawn chalk marks

around my dead personalities.

I've framed them

On walls locked away

In my mind.

The key, hidden

From your cruel stares.

I walk

Down those corridors

In the silence of the nights.

There, I hang up

The me I am

With you.

And quietly remember

The me that I once was.

I gently

Graze those dusty memories

With longing eyes.

Hold back

The magic words

That might bring her

Back to life.