NOT ME

You're not thinking of me.

You're thinking of my after-image

the hole in the wall I've left

the puff-clouds beneath my feet.

It is not my essence that you miss

but the potential.

What I could have been

what I could've been for you

for us

for the future�

It's not me.

It's my possibility

your imagination.

It's not me

nor, I think,

will it ever be.