holes

[Bunx]

holes

who am I to wonder why
and wave good bye
or where it is I’m going to?

something feels familiar
about some things I do
but most of all I wonder

who are you?

darling, I’m your man
please sit and hold my hand
I'll do what I can
but you won't remember

who I am

holes big as tomorrow
have begun to open up
the holes of yesterday
all closing down

I will still be here
holding you, my dear
but there will be nobody
that you know around

darling, I’m your man
please sit and hold my hand
I know who you are-
what we did, and I still do-

It's OK to ask me
who are you?

At first I didn't see this as a decay poem with a suggest memory loss theme. I thought of it as
1. folks living in the past, they might be in different places but in their mind they are define defined by old memories.
2. the nature of modern relationships / dating culture, I feel like so often people serve non-traditional and roles in peoples / partners life that often lack a title or definition. Thus causing leaving a lack of role or n this case holes in meaning in peoples life.

After reading the comments I saw folks suggesting memory loss, and the nature of love (which makes more sense then my above thought)
Awesome poem and subject matter! At any rate I like poems that folks can apply within their own experience or social context

thanks for the read