Ignis Fatuus

Old flames reemerging
to remind me of versions
of myself I can't remember

A will-o'-the-wisp in a dark wood
flickering in and out of awareness
how could I forget a whole person?

The haunting realization that
there could me more me's
I wouldn't recognize

It's impossible to see
potential holes in memory
it's easier to assume they aren't there

But that comforting fiction
has been ripped out from under me
and I'm left here wondering

How many past selves
have I already forgotten
who does that make me now?

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