We are haunted not
by who we are,
but by who we were;
when the self
and we resorbed it
into ourself.
They don’t know
they aren’t
the same as us.
They don’t know
their day is done.

I try to tell them
but they don’t listen.
They can’t listen.
I am the only one
who can.
So they talk at me;
all of them,
stuck in their own
notion of themselves,
with no conception
that we have moved on.

written on 05/27/2016 by: Matt Kane