An Old Love Letter

Do you cringe when you read your old diary entry? I usually do – time helps me to look at the old me through detached eyes, and I often see the absurdity of the situation.
But when I dug up this old poem I wrote many years ago, 
the feeling is still so strangely familiar… Do you ever feel this way?
Photo taken in Greece
Photo taken in Greece

POEM

In the mornings
When the air is damp
With so many ambivalent tears
Which you blot out
With a shrug
And automatically adjust
A face of pleasant indifference
Do you remember me?

In the afternoons
The air thin
As if sucked out
Of a bright yellow vacuum
And you breathe hard
Through lips thick with
The sticky taste of decay
Do you miss me?

And in the evenings
All the world
Heaving anonymously
Under the weight
Of time and memory
And necessary shopping bags
Which graze your legs
And you smile patiently
Have you forgiven me?