Circular Wave Forms

I sit here

Laptop open before me

Only to find that 

Ghosts 

Threaten to take over the keys.

Every former version of me is 

Begging

For me to remember them.

"Never forget us, we made you."

And I don't want to forget...but I also do.

I want to forget the hurt that I carried for so long

The armor I haven't had to wear in...

Almost a year now,

Which feels like an absurdly long time and no time at all. 

I won't forget

Couldn't even if I tried

All of the past versions of this heart.

The parts of me that genuinely never thought I'd be able to take the armor off,

That I figured I'd wear it forever...

How long forever lasted being questionable.

The weight that I'd gotten so used to carrying

It feels foreign on my shoulders again.

I know it's only temporary

That I truly don't even need to be carrying it now,

But old habits die hard. 

So we circle.

Letting the waves eke out

Until they seamlessly fade away into oblivion.