Give Me That Back
by Steppen Sawicki
I can’t remember. You took it from me. I don’t even know whether it was a good memory or bad. Whether I would really want it back or not. Whether it was from my childhood or teenage-hood or just yesterday, whether it was about you, whether it was about you and me. It’s just one blank in my mind but it feels like you stole everything.
I can’t remember.
What was it? Was it something you don’t want me to know?
Was it something you did to me?
What have you done to me?
Oh god please, give it back.