Home Lane.

Questions unanswered

Who am I?

A mother

A woman

Sure, but who am I really?

If I asked my family, would they know?

Would my fiancé know?

My friends?

No.

Probably not.

I am a woman, who loves

Her family

Her pets

The beach

Holidays

Chocolate shakes

Disney

And Harry Potter.

They help shape me into the person I am.

I’m not perfect by any means

I know that

I won’t know all their birthdays.

Or know their favorite colors.

I probably couldn’t even guess their favorite food.

Does anyone really know anyone?

Know what they feel?

Or what they think?

Sometimes I just don’t know

Who I am

So tell me.

Who are you?

You?

I can’t remember you.

I don’t want too.

I can’t see you face.

Did I block it out?

What’s your name?

I don’t even know.

I remember what you did though.

How I thought we were friends.

That I was lucky the girl that lived next door was about my age.

I can still see you pushing me down in your closet.

Feeling you get on top of me.

Forcing your lips onto mine.

Both of us in our school uniform skirts.

Then it’s like I hit a wall.

I can’t remember past that.

I’m so glad I can’t.

But I think of it often

And it makes my stomach turn.

I hate that I can’t forget.

But I don’t forgive you

Whoever you are.