Are you a memory?

I can’t remember where you

came from.

 

Did I invent you,

do you even matter?

I’m not sure you ever did

at least right now,

and I don’t care.

 

There’s the person you think

you know,

the many personalities you know

they are made of,

and then who they are,

but you never know someone fully.

 

That isn’t to be sad or

pessimistic,

because it’s ok not to know everything

about your lover.

 

Mystery and novelty are

important,

but you need to know enough about them

that you can see the warning signs.

 

Red flags shot up years before we

walked away

but we were too stupid.

 

I feel I’ve learned a thing or six,

and I’ve learned the difference between

warning flares and

sparks.