Vanish
What if
all I am
is the constitution
and construction
of your memories
and all I will ever be
is being shaped
day by day by day
out of your
imagination?
I live
in a constant state
of terror
and bliss
knowing that if
you
should ever choose
to forget me,
I will disappear
into the ash
of the memories you burned
and the clay of my soul
you shape with your creativity
will melt back
and separate
into water and earth
once again.
Please
do not let
me
vanish.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-