it doesn’t exist
because it is
so locked away
so far away
from prying eyes

peeping toms
and nosy nancys
see only a wall;
they never realize...
i’m on the other side

i am safe
in the grey areas
outside of memory
so i, too
see only a wall

i keep myself
stuck, trapped
here,
between memory
and the now

i still feel it
but the memory
isn’t here
why did you tell me
not to forget