865. Untitled - November 08, 2015
I do not see myself
in many things,
or many places.
In fact,
as time passes,
there are progressively less
visual memories of this one
that I would point to.
A fade to black
as it were.
And it is deliberate,
and with purpose
that this happens.
I would want no trace left,
beyond some wandering words
that would and could be interpreted
in too many ways
but the most direct.
Occam's Razor.