I want to
remember who I
was How
I was with you
with them
who I am
with me
Alone
all of you
and walking
on the sidewalk
at night
But I can't
seem to trace
in the blurs
the faces of
my many personalities
I can't
seem to connect the
dots, to find
the numbers that match
up to draw me
a full giraffe
with warm squishy
insides.
All I do
when I crack
myself open
is see a chocolate
cavern, filled with
not Easter eggs
or green fake
lawn but
empty
empty
air.