Cruel Memory

Memory is cruel
In how it remembers the details
That seemed so insignificant
And fills in the gaps
Between the lines
Things that didn’t always happen
The way that we think they did
I can’t move past
The looking glass
Where I see so much of myself
Distorted
Where did I go wrong
When did I define
Myself as something less than you
I only hope
Someday you’ll see me
And apologize