I Know You

You fall in love,
Every other moment,
With your face flat in the thick of it,
Tripping over every empty (but pretty) smile
Cast your humble way.

You could love a hundred people,
Make a hundred failed vows of loyalty
And yet never truly know what it is,
To be comfortable with the idea of
Forever.

For every moment is a slurry
Of new feelings and perspectives,
Everyone is equal to you,
In that ecstasy of thought...
But who you are,
Your very definition, is nothing more than an
Ambiguous poem,
Twelve lines too long.

Without direction,
Without commitments, ideals, or
Real responsibility
You are lost in a sea of possibilities,
Chasing any happy moment,
That your fumble into,
Till you can't run anymore,
And you lay on your deathbed wondering...

“Who will remember me now?”