I Lost My Past Yesterday

I Lost My Past Yesterday

It’s a small thing.

A silly thing.

Nothing, really.

But I lost my past yesterday.

I mean, I still lived.

And people still remember me.

And I have some photos, of course.

But the box that I’ve stored

fifty years of

memorabilia

job resumes

letters of recommendation

school essays

awards and commendations

journals

letters

anything hand-written or

tangible

is gone.

We’ve moved so many times,

inhabited so many places,

lived so many lives,

I should’ve known this day would come.

But today I awoke and realized that

I don’t have that letter from my grandmother

or the map that my grandfather drew for me

or the book of short stories I made in the sixth grade

or my son’s first-grade poem.

I have no physical record of employment

to prove that I’ve ever done anything.

My past is only online

or in the memories of those around me.

Which is…oddly refreshing…

a tad bit scary…

that the whole of my past

what I remember and thought and felt

and lived these past fifty years

dies with me.

 

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