free verse — I hope you remember me
not as a concept,
a permutation of your desires,
but as a shooting star,
an accidental finding,
serendipitous, never righteous.
Perhaps, I may have been
a colossal of bad ideas,
a neurotic skeptic,
at times, seemingly audacious,
but I was also an anchor
in moments of uncertainty,
when your own mind doubted…