Memories of a Past Self

my memories of you are hazy at best.
you’re locked away up there with all of the rest
of the scoundrels and cheats,
of the losers and thieves,
of the ones that I do not remember.

my mind never falls back on times that we had.
the good times, the bad times, the times we were mad
at each other, the world,
at the things that we heard,
all those things that we do not remember.

I don't feel so awful, when I think of you.
I hope that, in time, you’ll feel that way too.
feel hopeful and bright,
in the hope that we might
move on and forget to remember.

my memories of you are hazy at best.
but sometimes, I separate you from the rest.
You were stark raving mad,
the best friend that I had,
in those days that I sometimes remember.