Bobbing

I go bobbing for memories
Their presence haunts me
If only I could reach them
But they slip through my teeth

Perhaps I cannot grasp the past
And it will float, inviting,
Claiming the answers wait for me
But I can't wait for them

One day I'll be a memory
But I hope not to haunt
Instead I'll, homeless, fade
I've gotten what I want

Promise me you'll forget me
I am trapped by emptiness
But you are warm and alive
And I wish you happiness

Do not search for my existence
Please let the past be gone
I'm not a memory worth bobbing for
So let me just move on

- © Obscure 2021